Clock Keeps Ticking, Time Is Running Out. Where We're Headed, There Is No Heading Back...

ONE MORE DAY.

A matter of mere hours, in fact.

My friendship is hanging by a thread, and everything will be determined tomorrow. *gulp*

Assuming I can find a way to get him to talk to me. I think I can. Yup. Probably.

Cuss Count: I'm pretty sure it's 15 now, but I left my French binder in my locker, so I may be off by a number or two either way.

Too freaked to blog more. Goodnight everyone! WISH ME LUCK!