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*bristles* Yesterday on the bus, I was sitting by myself for once since people always sit next to me and talk and talk and talk, and all I want to do is relax and listen to my CD player, but that's beside the point. I was listening to Broken, by Seether and Amy Lee, when the boy behind me began to bang on my seat. I didn't think it had anything to do with me, but then he started saying something----I couldn't hear exactly what he said since I was listening to the song----so I turned it down and I heard: "Ma'am." So I thought he meant the bus driver. Then I heard, "girl with the CD player." So, bewildered as to what he might want, I turned around and turned off my song. "Hiya again," he said, though I'm positive I never talked to him before. So I made a strange face and said very slowly, "hi." He then asked a bunch of questions, like how I'm doing and what I'm listening to, which I answered very slowly to convey my feelings that I thought it weird he was talking to me like he met me before when I know----at least I don't think----we haven't met previously.
But I just thought it weird he called me Ma'am. . . Like I was mistaken 3 times for being a teacher during Middle School, Junior Hight, whatever you want to call it, in two different schools mind you, and now in High School---also in 2 different high schools---I am thought to either be a German exchange student by 3 girls in my old school, and Exchange Student from England by my Japanese Teacher, and an Exchange Student from Russia by this girl I haven't met before. . . I hate having an accent, because I get words confused sometimes, though my English teacher said I sound nice. . .
I've been hugged like 5 or 6 times this week by like 3 boys. The boy in Japan class keeps hugging me when I enter. . . He hugs everyone though, but today he smelled my hair and said I was a nice person. Hmm. . . okay.
And I feel royally stupid as well. . . I usually get higher grades than Janice, but I lie about them to make her feel better. Like I told her one time I let my friend use my notes on the final exam for English, but she didn't return them so I couldn't use them. Janice was laughing, "oh my gosh, she made you fail." I said something along the lines that I didn't fail but I didn't get a good grade either, when I got the highest score of 97 percent without using my notes. . . I'm like that, lying about stuff to make other people feel better. But when Janice got a better grade today (I made the most stupidest mistakes in Science and I am pissed at myself) she finds no problem flaunting her grade. . . really, I'm starting to dislike her. . . Now I feel stupid and she probably thinks I'm stupid since I always lie about my grades (except for those two tests I bombed in Science. . . I really need to study for those tests. He's not like the other teachers. He always adds something that's not on the study guide).
I'm not exactly sure, but oh well. . . see, today in CAD class (Computers and Drafting), I was working and Raymond asked me if I was going to see Blade Trinity. . . I said probably (I'm not). . . then he didn't say something so I started saying something, only he talked at the same time but he let me finish what I was saying, which was, "I have to see number 2 then as well, since I haven't seen it." I'm probably mistaken, but was he going to ask me out before I told him I haven't seen the second one, because he started saying something. . . ? But if that's the case, why didn't he ask me out after I said I haven't seen number 2, unless he thought I wasn't going to see it then. . . or maybe I'm just too hopeful. A guy as cute as that has to have a girlfriend. . . I'm just setting myself up to get hurt. *sighs* Oh well.
Oh yeah. . . I wasn't feeling like myself (which is usually reclusive and quiet) so I began to talk a lot and flirt, and a boy in one of my class reached the bus first as it pulled up, but the bus hadn't opened its doors yet. I reached it second, and Kenny (my next door neighbor) reached it third, but he pushed his way next to the boy from one of my classes (I forgot his name so lets call him Bob. He supposed to be popular though *rolls eyes* but I don't care about being popular or not anymore) and told Bob he could get on the bus first. So they made a bet to see who could get on the bus first. When the door opened, I squeazed my way in first just to spite them. Lol. I at first thought Bob was mad because I heard shouts behind me, but he was smiling and pointing his finger at me as I sat down, saying "you." Oh well.
But I just thought it weird he called me Ma'am. . . Like I was mistaken 3 times for being a teacher during Middle School, Junior Hight, whatever you want to call it, in two different schools mind you, and now in High School---also in 2 different high schools---I am thought to either be a German exchange student by 3 girls in my old school, and Exchange Student from England by my Japanese Teacher, and an Exchange Student from Russia by this girl I haven't met before. . . I hate having an accent, because I get words confused sometimes, though my English teacher said I sound nice. . .
I've been hugged like 5 or 6 times this week by like 3 boys. The boy in Japan class keeps hugging me when I enter. . . He hugs everyone though, but today he smelled my hair and said I was a nice person. Hmm. . . okay.
And I feel royally stupid as well. . . I usually get higher grades than Janice, but I lie about them to make her feel better. Like I told her one time I let my friend use my notes on the final exam for English, but she didn't return them so I couldn't use them. Janice was laughing, "oh my gosh, she made you fail." I said something along the lines that I didn't fail but I didn't get a good grade either, when I got the highest score of 97 percent without using my notes. . . I'm like that, lying about stuff to make other people feel better. But when Janice got a better grade today (I made the most stupidest mistakes in Science and I am pissed at myself) she finds no problem flaunting her grade. . . really, I'm starting to dislike her. . . Now I feel stupid and she probably thinks I'm stupid since I always lie about my grades (except for those two tests I bombed in Science. . . I really need to study for those tests. He's not like the other teachers. He always adds something that's not on the study guide).
I'm not exactly sure, but oh well. . . see, today in CAD class (Computers and Drafting), I was working and Raymond asked me if I was going to see Blade Trinity. . . I said probably (I'm not). . . then he didn't say something so I started saying something, only he talked at the same time but he let me finish what I was saying, which was, "I have to see number 2 then as well, since I haven't seen it." I'm probably mistaken, but was he going to ask me out before I told him I haven't seen the second one, because he started saying something. . . ? But if that's the case, why didn't he ask me out after I said I haven't seen number 2, unless he thought I wasn't going to see it then. . . or maybe I'm just too hopeful. A guy as cute as that has to have a girlfriend. . . I'm just setting myself up to get hurt. *sighs* Oh well.
Oh yeah. . . I wasn't feeling like myself (which is usually reclusive and quiet) so I began to talk a lot and flirt, and a boy in one of my class reached the bus first as it pulled up, but the bus hadn't opened its doors yet. I reached it second, and Kenny (my next door neighbor) reached it third, but he pushed his way next to the boy from one of my classes (I forgot his name so lets call him Bob. He supposed to be popular though *rolls eyes* but I don't care about being popular or not anymore) and told Bob he could get on the bus first. So they made a bet to see who could get on the bus first. When the door opened, I squeazed my way in first just to spite them. Lol. I at first thought Bob was mad because I heard shouts behind me, but he was smiling and pointing his finger at me as I sat down, saying "you." Oh well.