My 1st period class was cancelled today. I walked in the lobby and danced. If I didn't know me, I'd almost say I didn't like chemistry in the morning...

The cheese grits were delightful this morning. Josh didn't have matching socks. We've concluded that matching is overrated.

When Monday gets here, what am I going to tell him? Do I really want to continue this? I think I know the answer to that. I'm just afraid of it getting really serious, and someone getting hurt. I suppose that's a chance we'll all have to take one day. But honestly, so far it hasn't been at all what I expected. I expected...bad things. And it hasn't been. I'm getting comfortable to this idea of no longer just being me, but instead, us.

Oh, the breakfast crew realized that we've been here for exactly a month. Woot.

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