"whaaaaat? did you want 100?" . Yes ..
Why oh why is it so easy to talk and sometimes so hard to act?
Why can some things get so unbelievably unfair. What is God's problem?
I do not get how such little things have quite a significant impact.
What makes something so important?
Breaking a familiar semi-sweet routine kills me slowly. I hate making decisions about things like school. Move math classes and have an Actual phys.ed class or second spare. I would not get anything done because I would spend all my time marking with Mr. Strong, although my semester would be ten times easier on me. Although I would be abandoning the semester we have been waiting for. Why again? It really isn't all we made it out to be, or is that only because little things like that actually make me happy and then disappoint me? No matter what I've said, I thoroughly enjoyed first semester. Chuch is a nutcase, Nolan is disgusting, Beale was just Beale. Had a talk with him today<3 What a man. Oh and Coste was just ridiculous. As well my grades are exceptionally dreadful, another year in high school; quite the possibility.
ANYWAY, I fell in love with Loebach again today, he scares the shit out of me. I am only staying in my life skills phys.ed class because it's the only time I can have Mr. Crep. I can tell he'll be a new favourite. I'll drop it at midterm if I don't have a 90 for sure. I do however have a 90 something in the best class ever created. To bad it means nothing. Applying to College seemed like such a horrible waste, now not so much.
To top it all off we haven't talked in almost two weeks. Why for the love of God do I care? It had to come into my head at some point. Nothing though, which is fine with everyone with the exception of me and my whatever you want to call it. It's actually nothing special because it really is only me, which is cool if there was a conversation to finalize that? Just because you're whatever you are doesn't mean you can do whatever you feel, but, if nothing changed, then What the Hell. I will soon just drop it if that's the case. We'll see tomorrow.
I love some almost old man named Mark Strong by the way ..an incredible amount.
And only 7 more days exactly until I meet Kobe Bryant!<3 OR just see him from a far and use my digital camera as binoculars. I wont even care.
P.S I totally messed up that secret crush thing