so take the pill, so take the pill.
pure crazyness in hurricane high. oh my stars. so here's some new found stress to add to my list:
+my friend is going to die in 6 months.
+the boy that i like, his sister just got in a fight today...which isn't all that stressful...but it makes me think about a lot of things.
+i am sore.
+i made friends w/ the school janitor.
+i've got the fever...for shopping.
+i think i'm getting sick.
so now i will explain more i suppose...
i'm not supposed to tell anybody this but my friend has a blood disorder and he's going to die. it's way sad...when he first told me i thought he was kidding. i was like, "oh my gosh, you are such a liar." and i started laughing. he almost cried. i mean like seriousness. the tears were kind of brimming. if he would have blinked the tears would fall. i have him in my class and the door was open while it was raining. we were supposed to be watching the movie but he had his head in his arms and he looked out the door...he was watching the rain. it was so sad. i wonder what he was thinking...like i wonder if he was like, "this may be the last time that i see rain." do you know how sad that would be? that would make me cry. i'd cry, everyday. i just want him to get better...if he doesn't i'll be uber sad.
this boy that i like, his sister got in a fight today w/ like 6 other girls. i didn't see but everybody said it was funny. i hate watching fights...they make me feel so sick. like how could somebody do that? just like...blow up and stuff. it's horrible. b/c i've gotten into a fight and it still kind of haunts me. i was discussing this issue w/ sarah on wednesday and she was saying that fights when you are younger influence you to different things such as: violence (pssh, obviously), suicide, bullying, and being bullied i suppose. she told me a story of how she had beat up a little kid when she was like in 1st grade and how he could've turned out messed up. and how her friend had gotten shot in a school shooting. and just a whole bunch of crap about how messed up everybody is.
moving on to the next point: i am sore. yesterday in p.e. we had to run. but it was rainy outside so we had to run inside...we did fun things like leap-frog and skipping, but still. man oh man. i feel like i'm 70 or something. sitting down and standing up hurts like heck. and i can't walk normal b/c my muscles...so i walk all weird now. it's so awkward.
and my next issue is that i made friends w/ the school janitor: today shay and i had gotten out of 3rd hour for yearbook reasons and we were walking around looking for this crippled kid. we saw the janitor and started talking w/ her b/c she just started talking to us. she's so pretty...i don't know why our freaking janitor would be so pretty. but anywhosers...then in 5th hour (right after the fight) i had to go to my locker to grab my pencil. so i was walking and then the lady was cleaning the hall where my locker is. i was like, "man these girls are getting so vicious! the girls have been getting in more fights this year than the boys." and we started conversing about fighting and such. then she had said, "just watch your back, be careful and don't get dragged into things like that." (or something like that) and it was really overwhelming b/c like...a janitor cares for me. she actually cares. that's so awesome b/c like...nobody cares about me. haha!! but anywhosers she was like, "i can't do much but i've been a cop in chicago before...so i can do something." and she talked about how she liked this job better. it was like wtf? you like utah? beh. but yes. she seems very nice. i'm glad to have her as a friend. i have somebody to watch my back now. i feel safe. but dang she's pretty. why is she a janitor!?!?! she should be like a model or something...lol.
the thrift store is calling my name. i want to go shopping so bad. and yeah, i like thrift stores. what ner punk? i want to get a jacket or some jeans or something! i just want to buy something. just to satisfy my urges. go out and buy some clothes. i need them anyways.
i think i'm getting sick. it sucks. my throat...buh. it's like a constant tickle in the back. i hope i get better. i don't want to be sick like i was last year. i was sick for 7 months. talk about a hella long time, eh? yeah, so now i'm trying to stay safe and warm.
alley