Ashley has failure written all over her, and it is still their first day of detention

What dizzying array of selfless love would I have to show? What perfection would I have to achieve to lure her down into the depths with me? How do I solve a problem like Carlin?

                It is indeed a problem to change a way of thinking that is so deeply ingrained from years of repetitive behavior. Wake up, debate heavily on whether or not to get up and out of bed and ready for the day and from there decide how I am going to act to the populous at night go to bed and start over the next day. Just the thought to change my whole outward appearance from evil nature of a tormenter to the absolute American sweetheart tends to look like quite the monumental chore. I am going to have to be Holly Go-fucking-lightly, Martha Stewart without the rod up my ass and Mary Poppins whistling supercalifragilisticexpialidocious all rolled into a tight-bodied package.

                The very thought makes me ill.

 What makes me who I am? My reluctance of participation in school, my down and out persona and my obsessive nature toward certain people was going to have to flip all soft sweet and quiet like. I cannot let loose all at once and scare off the poor bitch, but slow revenge will be best.

However, to pull this off was going to have to be a hat trick of the worst kind.

                If that actually made any sort of sense, I will break it to the basic plan: Change who I am at my core, or at least pretend to. The worst of it is I had no forward thoughts to start me off on a way to change. Pre-conceived notions that Carlin had about who I was were going to bury me, and that would be the only thing truly holding me back in this situation.

                My plan lies in the most devious part of my nature and for some odd reason as I watch the blonde bane of my existence now sitting in front of me I can only think of one name. That name could not fail me in an attempt to destroy Carlin.