March 20th
2:28 P.M.

I never thought I'd pull this journal out during the middle of 6th period, but here I am, sitting in study hall. I kind of have to hunch over so I can guard this from prying eyes (AKA, Lizzie). The video recording at the Digital Bean went well. I got a lot of good stuff, plus a steady five minutes of nothing but Lizzie's beautiful face. I can't help but look over at her every now and then. She's trying to do her math homework, which she doesn't understand, but she refuses to let me help her. I admire that, she wants to get it done on her own. Oh no, here comes Mrs. Dew.


2:36 P.M.

Mrs. Dew just informed me that I'll be running the school E-zine. Great. It's not really what I want, but nobody else is up to the job, so I guess I'm stuck with it. I've got to get to work asking people what columns they want to write, so on and so forth. I'll write back later.


March 22nd
4:56 P.M.

Well. I was in the process of asking everybody in study hall if they'd like to contribute a column to the E-zine, when Lizzie comes up and asks to write the advice coulmn. I told her it wouldn't be that great of an idea, because Lizzie often means well, but her advice usually comes out wrong. I love her, don't get me wrong, but giving advice is one of her few weak points. I give in after a little while (who can't resist the puppy dog eyes she has?) and our first issue, which came out today, was awesome. Lizzie gave amazing advice, and I'm really proud of her. I just hope that it doesn't all go to her head.


March 31st
2:23 P.M.

Back in study hall. Things with Lizzie and her advice column went well for a little while, but then she started to think that all her advice could be taken the wrong way, like Ethan shaving his head, Tudgeman turning evil, and Kate joining the Peace Corps. She asked me for advice, and I told her to answer one more email. Hopefully, she'll answer mine...Okay, Okay, I sent an email to the advice column. I don't need advice, really, I just hoped that Lizzie might be able to figure out who wrote the letter. I signed it under 'Confused Guy', and
wrote in it that I had stronger feelings for my best (girl) friend than I really thought I did. She wrote me back to follow my heart, and do what comes naturally. I almost did, but I stopped short. It just didn't seem like the right time, you know what I mean? I almost let it slip that it was me, but I don't know if she caught it or not. She turned in her advice column, so that's the end of it. I'm glad she left on an email from me.