Have I ever mentioned that I hate hair. Hair and feet. I simply detest them. They're the catalyst to my undying rage. Shove your feet in my face, it's a quick and easy way to the more repungnant side of myself. It's horrifying. And my hair is red now. But it faded fast, le sigh. Oh well. I'm currently in my Socials class, watching Lucas make a scrawling opposition out of my every comment. It's a little fascinating, and sickening at the same time. He has this self-loathing I have never experience, and I'm completely enticed by it. No, I do not have feelings for him. I just find it completely encapturing to be surrounded by his conversation. Nothing like it. He likes to write a lot. If there's a piece of loose paper, he'll write on it and turn it into beauty. Simply wonderous, in my eyes. If I could create such a place where I could just sit and be alone, I think I'd let Lucas visit once in a while. Though, he makes me feel rather small at times with his worldly demeanor and upper-class attitude. However, it creates a challenge of sorts. Well, good sir, I accept.