Soo. I've had some requests for another page (though I'm not sure why. Unless you guys like reading about my teenage angst and all the other shit going on in my life).
I don't really have anything to update on.
I made my english teacher cry. But in a good way! (No, I'm not really that much of a bitch to people. Honest!) Her dad just died on Tuesday and so I made her a card (a huge one with lots of white space on the inside for people to sign). I passed the card around (sneakily) to everyone in the class on Friday morning. She may or may not have caught on. Anyways, not the point. I didn't finish the card in time so I took it with me to math class and finished it up there. I left in the middle of my math teacher's lecture to go give the card to her. Here's how it went:
"Hi, Mrs. ___! I have something for you." I grinned, hiding the card behind me, though it peeked out obviously behind my legs.
I whipped the card around me and handed it to her.
She held it for a moment before pulling her glasses off and setting them aside.
Oh god, she's crying. Oh god. What do I do?
"Oh..." She sniffled, reading the cover. I had writt a Keats quote with magazine letters mixed with calligraphy across the front.
She turned to me and gave me a hug, and I awkwardly patted her on the back.
"We thought you'd like it..."
"Oh, and you knew I loved Keats! This makes me so happy!"
Of course I did. She talked about him nonstop. See? I pay attention in class!
End narrative.
Aside from me being the nice person I am (oh, how sappy/egotistical that is) nothing has really happened in my life. I hate my government teacher. Economics is boring. All my classes are boring. Art class is too demanding. I'm over school. I want college. I'm over the people here. The guys especially. Yes, all right, I'm getting to my boy toy. (He's actually not my boy toy, I just like calling him that)
Abso-fucking-lutely nothing is happening. Our last convo (almost 3 weeks ago) ended with him saying, "kk we'll figure something out i'm sure."
So, why nothing? You're sure? You sure don't seem like you're sure. Why are you so forgetful? You tell your family about me but don't follow up? What the hell? Ahhh.
Maybe he's bipolar. Or confused. I don't get boys. They're stupid.
I don't really have anything to update on.
I made my english teacher cry. But in a good way! (No, I'm not really that much of a bitch to people. Honest!) Her dad just died on Tuesday and so I made her a card (a huge one with lots of white space on the inside for people to sign). I passed the card around (sneakily) to everyone in the class on Friday morning. She may or may not have caught on. Anyways, not the point. I didn't finish the card in time so I took it with me to math class and finished it up there. I left in the middle of my math teacher's lecture to go give the card to her. Here's how it went:
"Hi, Mrs. ___! I have something for you." I grinned, hiding the card behind me, though it peeked out obviously behind my legs.
I whipped the card around me and handed it to her.
She held it for a moment before pulling her glasses off and setting them aside.
Oh god, she's crying. Oh god. What do I do?
"Oh..." She sniffled, reading the cover. I had writt a Keats quote with magazine letters mixed with calligraphy across the front.
She turned to me and gave me a hug, and I awkwardly patted her on the back.
"We thought you'd like it..."
"Oh, and you knew I loved Keats! This makes me so happy!"
Of course I did. She talked about him nonstop. See? I pay attention in class!
End narrative.
Aside from me being the nice person I am (oh, how sappy/egotistical that is) nothing has really happened in my life. I hate my government teacher. Economics is boring. All my classes are boring. Art class is too demanding. I'm over school. I want college. I'm over the people here. The guys especially. Yes, all right, I'm getting to my boy toy. (He's actually not my boy toy, I just like calling him that)
Abso-fucking-lutely nothing is happening. Our last convo (almost 3 weeks ago) ended with him saying, "kk we'll figure something out i'm sure."
So, why nothing? You're sure? You sure don't seem like you're sure. Why are you so forgetful? You tell your family about me but don't follow up? What the hell? Ahhh.
Maybe he's bipolar. Or confused. I don't get boys. They're stupid.
