Viktor I love you, Viktor I dooo!

So I open up my email this evening, ho hum, oh, look, someone wants to friend me on Facebook, it's... oh my crap.

Apparently one of my old school "chums" from middle school found my Facebook. But she, well, I don't know. Back in the middle school days, she and another girl stole my best friend from me, and the three of them were horrible little snots, especially to me. Cheerleaders, fakes, you know that whole thing. Brought my self-esteem into the negatives. I was glad to see them go in 8th grade.

I know things have changed, we're both totally different people now (or, at least, I am) but... I got this weird feeling when I saw that. I'm a better person because of her and them, I guess. Still... meh.


I've got a math test tomorrow and aldfajs;ldkja aaaaAAAHH! I studied, but I don't care. I really don't. I am so done with this semester. So, I resorted to reading an interesting post-HBP story I found a couple days ago. Because HP > math. Like whoa.

And I am so, so in love with this song. *Weeps*