Everything short of suicide. Never hurts, nearly works. Something is scratching its way out, something you want to forget about.
Little House//The Fray
I never realized how these lyrics can relate to my life...
For BOTHR, this is a fashion set, using the gray clothes picture.
It's Columbus Day weekend. My mom wants me to call Miranda to see if she wants to go to the Great Escape with us. The thing is, she almost never answers her phone, and I'm not sure if she still needs space... still, it would be fun.
I'm feeling a lot better than I was yesterday. Hirokay and Morgan/Sophie are basically saviors. Honestly.
To everyone I've ever talked to, comments or messages, I just want you all to know that I really adore you all. Even if I don't know you in real life. Thank you.
It's a 3-day weekend. 3 days with my family. I don't know if I can take it... 2 days is already enough, but another day is worse.
I have tennis this afternoon. I am no longer the worst in my group... because two other people joined, and they're even worse than I am.
The only other freshman in that class is someone named Venit (or something like that). He's amazing. Extremely good at tennis. Chances are, though, I won't see him today because he probably moved on to the advanced class, like Dan did (he was a sophomore who was in my class, then moved). I'm a little sad now. I've always had someone who was in my grade, and now I've got no one. Maybe he stayed. I hope he does.
It's not like he's the only one I know. There's this 8th grader named Rashib who was in my math class last year-he's one of the super-smarty math kids, like this girl, Gili. She's taking 11th grade math. And the two that joined are Journey, a 6th grader, and Tyler, a 7th grader who's in the same hall as I was in 7th grade. There are two other girls, Meg and Georgie, and they're nice, but all they do is talk to each other. They're pretty good, though, so I feel a bit left out.
I may publish Chapter 2 of my story... so stay tuned.
@sea-green-eyes: I got your message and I'm going to answer it right after I finish these notes.
I curse @hiroki for getting me obsessed with yet another anime, Detective Conan. My cousins love reading the manga, and now I'm watching it.
Ironically, a few months ago, I hated anime. Now, I don't, but I'm not about to join the FPS club (Fantasy Problem Solvers club, for people obsessed with science fiction and fantasy).
I was talking with my dad this morning about what music kids listen to, and here's our conversation:
Dad: Wait, who's that kid you said that listens to the Beatles?
Me: That's Brendan. He sits behind me in French class. (Yes, the very same one I was talking about in my last set)
Dad: Well, you should be friends with him. People should listen to the Beatles more. You tell him he can come over for a beer anytime he wants.
Me: You do realized that the paragraph in my yearbook... that's who it was about. (Matt had written about the Canada incident in front of my yearbook, and my dad read it. Awkward... However, he's cool about it.)
Dad: I don't mind. You should be friends with this guy.
Me: We are... well, we're becoming friends.
Dad: Like I said, hang out with him more. I like him.
All this from when I said "I know someone who has nothing but Beatles on their iPod," a few months ago. My dad loves the Beatles.
I was cracking up when he left. My dad, the one who threatens to shoot any guy within 20 feet of the house, is ENCOURAGING me to be friends with a guy.
Just thought I'd share that with you :)