On Valentine's Day, the Spirit Club plastered the school with red streamersand pink balloons and red and pink hearts. It looked like Clifford the Big Red Dog ate a flock of flamigoes and then barfed his guts up.

Everything you do to other people affects them, and how you treat people affects them.

And also...well...i told them I want to get an apartment with him next year rather than live in the dorms." What'd they say?" Over their dead bodies." What did you say?" I asked whether they wanted to be burie or cremated.

You know how I feel about love. It was invented to sell wedding cakes. And vacations to Waikiki.

I've always protected myself when it comes to love. And maybe that's the problem. By not letting myself get hurt now, it ripples into much bigger pain later.

Remember what to do when you're at the bottom of a hole? You've got to stop digging.

I miss CDs. I miss listening to a whole album, even the lame songs that sometimes grow on you.