I have this nice journal with beautiful, naturally made paper and I have nothing to write in it because I'm not sad now. I kind of wish I had something to write in there about, but I'm not used to expressing happiness, so it's difficult thinking of words.
The school changed my schedule without telling me, so things have been altered and I managed to get a second class with Netah. That's brought my mood up even more than the Renaissance fair and the package from Canada did. Even if it is Platonic, I'm really proud of the level of respect I seem to have from him. Sometimes it seems like he looks forward to our time together even more than I do. I wish I had more to say about that, but it really doesn't mean much of anything other than making me happy.
Actually, I just remembered how unhappy school makes me. I'll just bring my journal there and it'll probably go better.