"wow, you're different...there arent very many happy people like you in our world...."
I'm not sure what this means, or whether or not it was intended as an insult. I must admit though, that I like getting notes no matter what they say. So... thank you, anonymous person.
Here is a brief overview of yesterday:
First block: Failed a math test. And I don't mean that in the overachiever sense of "I probably got a C plus." I litterally mean, "I probably got a forty-five." :-(
Second block: Molly is definately leaning towards joining colorguard. She even talked about taking up a wind instrument, like, (ready?) tuba. :-)
Fourth block: Trombone lesson cancelled. :-(
On the bus: Had a good conversation with Adam. I haven't talked to him in a while. :-)
After school: Locked myself out of my house and had to ask the evil condo lady to let me in. :-(
After school: As a result of talking to Adam, I read back in my journal about how much I loved him and sobbed uncontrollably for a while. Man, I wish I could stop this. But he's still just so beautiful. And he was close enough today so that I could smell him. I'm not still in love. I'm not! I just hate being reminded. Every time I look into his eyes, I'm reminded. I like talking to him, but it seems to always end up this way. Honestly, it sucks ass. :-(
Bad guitar lesson. Didn't practice. Need to practice. Must be a good musician. hits self in head with heavy object :-(
Underclassmen awards night. I got my French contest award. :-) I also got to hang out with Jenn (for the first time in a while) then Molly and Alicia, then Julian...
...He is so adorable. It makes me feel all... fluttery. I didn't even talk to him that much, but just... his voice. His smile. The gestures he makes with his hands. I kind of wish it didn't, but it gives me that feeling. Several hours later, the hormones were still floating around in my system, making me feel kind of giddy and at peace with everything. Even though I'm still screwed math-wise and Jenn got six times as many awards as I did. Even though just hours earlier, I had been in one of my not-over-Adam phases. I feel guilty for feeling whatever the hell I feel for Adam and whatever the hell I feel for Julian at the same time. I dunno. Does this make me shallow, or emotionally promiscuous, or something? I kind of feel like it does. And I don't want to be shallow or emotionally promiscuous. :-/
Oh well. I may be an emotionally weak girly girl, but according to the National Association of French Teachers, I am an emotionally weak girly girl who speaks French extremely well.
I talk about him a lot too. People must be starting to catch on.
Anyway, I just got back from one last band practice at Greg's. The battle is tonight. We're ready. I hope. Gulp. Wish me luck.
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