And sometimes I wonder why I dropped out of high school. Why do people insist on turning their adult lives into pathetic mockeries of bad high school after school teen specials? Insecure, immature people irritate me, If I ever have to hear "do people like me? You know people, people talk to you, do people really like me?" one more time I'll ask if I should leave a note in their locker. I begin to understand what Motz has been through so many times. Needless to say, there has been a change of plans for this coming weekend.