I'm physically and mentally preparing to deal with a skin-flaying session from Miss Hass and Mr Ung. I slept in and missed periods one and two. Fuck math and science, I was goddamn tired.
It was crazy. I was coming up the stairs near the library, thinking "God, I haven't seen Marcy for-EVER!" I turned the corner, and who comes down another flight of stairs smiling at me? Lo and behold, it is Marcy! That's freaky. God hates me.
Val, you are not going to get SARS. And even if you are, the mouldy grey sweaty will do squat to help you. Doesn't that make you feel safe? NOTHING. CAN. SAVE. YOU.
And yes, I have been talking about other people's "relationships" all day. Even though Tyler kicks ass as far as guys go-and you do, my dear-I kept finding out about that all these people have "relationships". I'm walking down the hall with Tyler, minding my own business, and Mike and Kathryn walk past. I smile and say "Hi!" but then I start walking backwards, staying in front of them, staring at their hands, grasped together, fingers interlocked. I walk past and laugh-scream "GEEZ! You could have told me!" Then after school, Sam and Casey point out their boyfriends, and I'm going "Sam, you have a boyfriend? No one tells me ANYTHING!" Then Tyler comes up and prods me in the ribs, and I realized my boyfriend is the best of the lot. Okay, I'm sorry, but Mike looks...like a rapist. And he is a good friend of mine...but DAMN he looks like a rapist!
Yay for my boring blog. I believe I will change it....