Well yesterday was very interesting. My biology teacher thinks I'm depressed because of a note I wrote at the end of my last lab report, so she referred me to the school psychologist who called my parents. I found this all out 2nd period. I did not want to go home. So I stayed after school, and Devon said that I could go home with her and then go straight to Coffeehouse but my mom said "No you should come home for Shabbat dinner" so Devon came home with me, my theory was that my parents wouldn't talk to me about depression if I had a friend over, and they didn't. Yay! And then she came back to my house afterwards and slept over. And now it's tomorrow, today rather, and they still haven't said anything so I'm getting sorta hopeful now.
Coffeehouse was kinda boring this month...Kristine and Hannah left early, and Devon was with James most of the night. I spent the last hour of it trying to sleep on one of the couches in the old art room. The air hockey tables made a lot of noise. And people kept poking me and waking me up. People like Art and Gerald. Art I pushed over but Gerald was sitting on the other end of the couch and I couldn't reach him.


Devon's insane quotes of the evening and this morning:

Devon: Thank you, my life was not complete without putting my fingers up a cow's nostrils. Write that down.

Devon: It's hard to look disdainful in a banana suit.

Me: I'm hugging a banana!

Devon: I would leave right now if I was wearing a bra!

Devon: Don't throw heavy things at me I'll die!

Devon: Granted, if you threw a truck at me...we'd have more serious problems than just me dying.

Devon: Once I got toothpaste with a toothbrush on it up Sam's nose.

Devon: I'm going to strangle you with James!

*reading*
Devon: "The African rhiner-"
Me: Rhiner?
Devon: Shut up! Rhino!

Devon took the weird squishy wrist supporter thing from the computer. She made it talk. It scared the crap out of me.
Devon: Hello Sharah....don't be afraid...I love you Sharah...

Devon: So where is our friend Mr. Wrist Supporter these days?

Devon: Your bed is really comfortable.
Me: You're going to steal it aren't you.
Devon: Yes. I shall hide it in my shoe and run away!

Devon: No, he was trying to get laid. Well, so was I, but I have a boyfriend.

Me: What are you doing?
Devon: Moving my foot and smiling pleasantly to myself as I think about singing jam.

Devon: Your pillow inhaled your teddy bear or you inhaled your pillow? Wait don't answer that. Unless you have a scary pillow.

Devon: I'm refrigerating your bed!

Devon: Please don't morph into a flesh-eating alien.

Me: It tastes like cinnamon...but not really.

Devon: If I could spin around and you were in my way you'd get slapped by my sleeve.
Me: ...
Devon: You know you want to get slapped by my sleeve.
Me: I want to get slapped by your sleeve? Oh yeah baby.

Devon: Don't make me give you the evil eye!
Me: Devon, would you give me the evil eye? *drops syrup*
Devon: No...you're too pitiful.

*walking in the woods in the rain*

Devon: There's deer crap all over! I've never seen so much crap in one place!

Devon: It's like a bloody obstacle course!





....And the apple jelly shall henceforth be known as the singing jelly.