5th period, me and Michelle did practically nothing. We got to take a box up to Excelsior. Meaning we had to walk outside. It was really cold but fun. It was quite refreshing.

But I'm not here to talk about 5th period.
6th period. The dreadful Japanese final. I've been dreading this. I made a bunch of notes (because apparently we could make some), but it wasn't enough. I wrote down words I didn't know the translation of, planning on asking Caitlin or something, but I never got around to that. I need to write more... um... sentence endings? We get to finish on Monday. Japanese is the only final that always takes more than one day.

So.... I walked it and it was super quiet. People were in odd seats, it seemed. I sat behind Keifer (in Bryan's seat), instead of my usual seat behind Logan... because behind that seat was Nathan... Umm... sitting between two really big guys isn't appealing to me. It would feel so fucking claustrophobic.
Bryan eventually sat behind me.
The test was long, dreadful... tedious. I mostly worked on the matching... which is HARD, considering that there was 2 groups of over 90 words. It was difficult to find anything. So I easily spent an hour on just that.

Anyway, at the end, Bryan said something about it being all my fault. So I nodded. Then he kinda slapped me on the back saying "I'm just kidding." THEN all of a sudden, both of his hands are tickling my sides, so I'm jumping in my seat, wriggling around, trying not to make a commotion or attract too much attention. When he let me go, I turned around to look at his smiling face and say "That was uncalled for." It was a really freakin lame response, I admit, but I couldn't think of anything else.
Then, we turn in our stuff, and I was standing by my stuff. Bryan sits on Keifer's desk, facing me, and he talks briefly about how he can never remember this stuff. And then he was guessing everything, which he always manages to do on tests that we get an extra day for. I should've told him that we could have notes, and I regret not telling him.
Then as he got off the desk, he told me to have a good weekend. Never heard him say that before... like he cared. I was shocked for a second before I said "You too."


We eventually got down to the commons for lunch.
I saw Donut. Which surprised me, because I never saw him at lunch these last two days.
Then I had to decide what group I wanted to go with. So I kinda lost track of Steph, Sarah, and Michelle. But I knew where they were going. I met Nick on the way, and I said how I couldn't figure out a way to get where I wanted. Somehow, I got close to Donut. "Hi." I waved. "They went that way," he said, pointing. I poked him, before continuing. I also poked Chris, Alex's little brother... the red head, as I went, without looking back.

So... why the hell does Sarah hardly spend any time with Donut? Do they just not have common friends or something? I see them apart from each other far more than together. But when they are together, there is some form of physical contact.

Donut also saw me jumping later. I was trying to look at the line at the Counseling Center, and he and the peeps he was talking to (which included Emily, Chism, Chris) just happened to be... right in the line of sight.
It must've looked really weird to see me jumping up and down, trying to see.


Later, on the bus. Orion said "Can I make a confession?" I instantly knew this was bad. Hesitantly (to not seem like a bad friend), I said yes. "I like you."
"Like like?"
"Yeah."
"Thanks." I thought about explaining why I thanked him, but I realized it would sound kinda odd... When someone likes me... it kinda raises my self-esteem. Like... 'Hey! I'm likable!'
Half a mile later "So... are we going to go out or something?"
I kinda laughed at the awkwardness of the whole thing. "No. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."
Then he said how after a dozen times, he's used to it.
I assured him that we would still be friends.
I think I'm getting used to the turning down someone and still being friends thing. It's usually really awkward on my part. Yes, I won't talk to him as much for... a week or so. But that's kinda expected.
And it's not like Orion is a Preston. I can't stand Preston as a person, but I can stand Orion as a friend.

...Why is it that I attract the same type of guys? Orion, Oliver, Kevin... They all are quite similiar when you think about it.

Why am I still giggling?
This whole thing is pretty insignificant, but it made me smile. Still is.

Um, Josten's was at the school today, so I was turning in my forms and such.
And I needed to find out my ring size when I did turn them in.

So, I waited in line.
Finally got up to the cute guy. He was kinda cute. And short for a guy. Anyway, it was weird. *giggle* Um... The ring sizing. For some reason during that I was laughing, and he was looking at me. It was a weird ass expression... like he enjoyed watching me. Now... I'm kinda hoping he's not a pedophile... wait... I'm over 18... so it's... legal. FUCK! Um... no, I hope he's not a stalkery person... since he knows my name... he actually said my name once. Because I wasn't paying attention. It was odd my head snapped so quickly to him.

So... ring sizing. Yeah, I think I was laughing cause this was so weird. Couldn't I do it by myself? I laughed the most when he was trying to get 7 off, because it was pretty tight. Then after I said 7 1/2 was fine, and he put down those rings, he asked if I was okay. "Yeah." Why was keeping eye contact with me?
His eyes were kinda like mine, but with a green tint.
And then he said something like "I wanted to make sure I didn't hurt you or anything."
It all just made me laugh more noticing that he kept watching my face. I wondered a bit if he liked my face or something.... It was a little ego boosting, because if my self-esteem gets more positive, it goes up slowly, but it can plument fast and far.


Then when it was all done, Steph and I were walking back to our table. She had joined me when everyone else ditched. Then she said "That guy was hot." Dude. I never heard her say that before. I swear. Like, I never knew what her type of guy was like. I didn't think he was hot. Just kinda cute.
She also said fuck today. I don't recall her ever saying that before, either. Well, I heard it through Michelle. She called Steph to ask where she was in the 10 minutes between classes (Half days, 2 periods, 90 minutes long, 10 minutes in between), because Steph doesn't have a 3rd class, she walked to the school from home to go to 4th period.
When Michelle called her, with 9 minutes left, Steph couldn't even see the school. So we kept telling her to actually run, not a PE run (which really isn't a run at all), but a run to get you somewhere faster. She got to 4th like... 30 seconds or so after the bell rang.

Today was a pretty good day.

On Photobucket, I searched "poofy hair" in a desperate attempt to find a pic of Poofy.... I should probably check his real name. Didn't occur to me, man.

Anyway, I found this and couldn't help but share. It's just so hilarious.

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On another note, today was awesome. I already wrote the email telling Karlie alll about it, so maybe later I'll get around to copying and pasting.
But believe me, it was amazing. And glorious. It was godly, man.
=D

So, at Steph's birthday party today (which was long, fun, and I MAY talk about it later), Caitlin said something about how she Googled her usual screenname, and one of the results took her to a page with usernames and their passwords... with hers on it. So she changed those passwords immediantly.
I checked my own screenname a few minutes ago... and I came upon some of my blog posts... and comments on other blogs... For some reason, I decided to look at one. One of my friend Cara's.

Ouch.

War of the comments.

Man. We were fucking stubborn then. We apologized to each other over a year ago I think. It was really nice to be like "I was a bitch, I'm sorry." And man... that was not an overstatement. Dude, those comments were comparable to a vicious fight to the death in the animal kingdom.
And reading them (well... more like scanning), I felt like one of the world's biggest bitches. But there was still some truth about everything we both said... but man... tone down the emotions! The world isn't going to end! Maybe I learned how to handle emotions BECAUSE of all that shit in 8th grade.
Let's hope that something good came from all that.



Subject change.

So, I was talking to Jerome (Ha, remember him? Yeah, I'm talking to him again... Did you know he has a girlfriend? I'm proud... and I don't feel so bad for turning him down). And I brought up this really weird thing I've been thinking of... or noticing lately. And I totally lost him. Which is a bit odd, because he's one of the only people I'm friends with that I can get into a deep and meaningful conversation with. He's able to understand things easier and better than others I know.
At school, in CWP, Mr. Isaacson was talking about... his theory on the size of the human conscience. How the larger it grows, the more you care for others feelings and such.
So, during this, I really NOTICED that... when I think... when I exist... my mind seems to go past my skull.
This is where I lost Jerome.
I was able to explain it a bit better by saying that... I guess I imagine my mind going past my skull because I find it hard to believe... or hard to wrap my head around the thought that SO MUCH can go on in such a small space.
All the things you think about, all the things you feel... go on in this... however large the brain is... space.

I know that brains are like dwarf stars. They're small, but incredibly dense. Far more dense than the average star.

And like the brain is like 3 lbs. How the hell does it work? How does thinking work? How do emotions work? I guess I'm thinking about robotics and such... they seem so much simpler... so much easier to understand how it works... even though, they too are getting much smaller. ("I can fit HOW many songs in this tiny cube?!?")


I'm going to shut up. I need to finish this effing PowerPoint... even though Amanda said she'd give me her info... over an hour ago... I have still yet to recieve it...
ass.

Watch it.
Seriously.
Like right now.
A suggestion? "Another Snow Day" is hilarious.

Um... "Delilah" by The Dresden Dolls... stuck in my head, and ^^that^^ is a lyric. Not sure if it fits or even what the hell I am going to write about in this... (And, yes, I really need to write in that 2009 entry below)

=0

I really like donuts.

Which REMINDS me, I was going to talk about donuts!!

Known as doughnuts, donuts, or d-nuts (dude, totally made that up earlier today. Awesomeness, right?)

What the hell is with the "nut" part?
I really want to know. Did they use to always be made with nuts? Haha, dude, that could totally mean a ton of things.
I'm mature. I swear.

Yeah, so donuts...
I really like Donut. OFFICIAL CRUSH. I mean that, because I actually KINDA know him. I mean, I've talked to him, he's talked to me.
An official crush!
Not an obsessive freak crush.

Last crush, was with Tyler, who moved, and is now a jackass in a relationship.
He doesn't talk to me, so he's a jackass.
And I did try to talk to him! So don't even tell me that I should've tried that, 'cause I DID. I think.... twice... with 2 months in between. Yep... nothing back.

God... Donut is so fucking cute. He reminds me of Nate Barcalow... singer of Finch... one of my favorite bands.
Nate Barcalow is a god.
It wasn't until a week ago that I noticed the resemblance between the two. It's more obvious at some times than others. He's not a celebrity lookalike or anything. (I hate these fucking weird g's).
God is a really weird word.
I mean... look at it. Then look at it again. Now stare at it.
It IS a really weird word, right?


So, yeah... Donut talked to me today.... Wait, back up a bit.
So it's lunch, yeah? Walk into the vending machine hall, and I see Donut, Kevin, Nick, and Kaie in a tight circle. Kevin has this package thing, and he's talking about it with a great deal of enthusiasm. I hear something about figurine, collectible. So, I get closer. I got kinda close. Not touching, but almost. Donut saw me before Kevin did. Even though they both had their backs to me.
It's a tiny Moses action figure.
The Drama class had this gift exchange the period before, so some people had some odd objects... like Orion and his rainbow feather duster... which he used to attack David with on the bus, and you couldn't help but laugh everytime the duster attacked. It made the bus ride bearable.

ANYWAY, so then I go over to my main friends, and we're playing with Tiff's black, floopy top hat with these... not sequins, but plastic circles. Michelle has to wear it crooked, or it falls down.
Hilariousness.

Richard looked my way during one of the only times I looked at him. I haven't looked at him much all year. I'm kinda proud of myself.

So, Nick saw the hat a bit later, when it was on someone... maybe Caitlin. So I say, "You should see it on Michelle!"
Hat goes on Michelle and falls down.
Laughter from Nick, Donut, and Kaie (who were still gathered).

Oh, I gave Donut a candy cane yesterday. I gave everyone a candy cane. I cleaned out my box of 12 candy canes in like 3 minutes. I got it as a Christmas gift from Mrs. Dillion.

LATER, we went to the Office to be decieved, and start back to our table with deflated hearts. I noticed on our way there that Donut was hanging with Alex (Roggenkamp), Shafte, and a few others at that door.
On the way back to the table, somehow, Donut talked to us, or joined our group or something. Then, he was walking next to me (in the back of the group), and I said that Caitlin's head was massive.
"Well, that's not a very nice thing to say."
"She didn't hear me, so it's alright."
Then he said something about it not counting then. Then he got behind me, and I SHOULD'VE fucking continued talking to him, or something, because then he disappeared!!

I should've said that her head was massive because it was so full of dreams! Man.

I regret a lot of things.

I hate it when people say they regret nothing in life.
Come on.
It just makes me feel that more horrible when I regret tons of things.
Well, I guess if you have a different definition for regret.... Because I do stupid things all the time. They haunt my thoughts. They are REGRETS. I wish I hadn't said it, or had said something else instead or after.

I feel guilty a lot.
I feel bad about the things I say and do.
I care about what people think about me... or at least, I don't want them to have the wrong idea or impression about me.
I try not to be prejudice.

And me and my friends give kids names. Well, we don't know they're actual name, so either they look a certain way, or something down the road happens, and suddenly, one kid is "Sparkly Butt", which I felt HORRIBLE laughing at. And I don't even recall who the kid actually was.
"Emo Kid" 'Cause he looks emo even though he denies it, and calls Michelle emo.
Poor "Donut" because his last name sounds like it.
"Snodgrass", because... man, I'd hate to have that last name.
"Holds Himself", because he kept having his hands in front of himself to avoid being kicked in the nuts by his "friends"
And so on and so on.


Oh god, remember when Cat Hat was humping the vending machine?! Oh my god, I won't ever forget that. I think I always say that, but it's TRUE! It still makes me laugh after over 6 months.

I'm gonna go to the bathroom and then bed.
Can't wait for another day at school (I'm pretty sure I'm being sarcastic...)


You schizos never learn.

Dude! I finally freakin fixed it! BOOYAH!!

Eh, I don't really feel like writing this right now... I'll do it later.