Thanksgiving Day
Live Journal, interesting, well, I am going to starting posting my journals here… hopefully my friends with enjoy some of my nagging everyday (HAHA)… well, hopeful I will keep my stories coming… (oh, I got the idea from a friend on Emma board… I thought it would be cool to post it public, since my friends already knew so much of my life)
Well, Thanksgiving Eve… a truly magic night. But I guess I am having a horrible time… not because of anything I did, but anything that’s happening around… It’s official, my life is BORING… there, I said it… Ok, it’s not a far cry for a rich, smart teenager (as all my friends seem to think so). But seriously, I feel like screaming that on the top of my lung… but knowing me, I am not going to do it, EVER…
Boring you say? Yeah, It’s getting so systematic and repetitive I feel like some 40 year old guy working in a cubical all day… any weekday is like: getting up, shower; drive to the subway parking lot; take the subway to school; go to boring classes (which I am taking more classes than any of other students in my school); having lunch with Mich (she’s slowly becoming my only and best friend in the entire school); say goodbye to her; go home; log on Emma board and AIM; talk with some amazing friends I met online during the summer; and go to bed… Boring enough for ya? Well, weekend is even worse; Friday; having movie night with a friend, yeah, now there’s only 1 (pretty much the only thing I am looking forward all week). I mean, what had happened to you. Waley? Where’s that dreamer Dawson Leery you are? Sure, I always wanted to be Dawson, but never that only-friends-with-3-people-and-always-wondering-what-could’ve-been-might’ve-been, loser Dawson Leery… Grrrr
Well, I went to a football games today, not to be mean to our school team, but we suck so much… lose that badly really takes some courage… well, I had my traditional Thanksgiving dinner at Mich’s… (my parents couldn’t find the right bird… yeah, riiight). Well, she’s so wonderful and her family treated me like one of their own. But I just can’t stop thinking I don’t belong there… I really don’t deserve their hospitality after the way I treated her daughter… but I guess I will pay her back for treating me like an angel for last month or so. Yep, I am going to ask her to the homecoming dance this 15th… I mean it’s the least I can do. Just hope she doesn’t think I am ready to jump in to anything… Geez, what a surprise, another Dawson-like dilemma.
Well, I guess the reason I don’t want to go out with Mich is because I am in love with another girl. She’s wonderful to say the least, but sadly we already agreed to be ‘just friends” (which I am ok with it)…Ohhh, how easy those words sound… too bad it’s sooooo much harder to make them true. And I just don’t think it’s fair to Mich to be drag into my mess… well, beside, I am still not completely over Sonia… as horrible as it may seem, I still think of her every times I listen to Savage Garden music; every times I watch That 70’s Show; or even times my window rattles… well, what can I say, she’s still my first love… I guess that’s something special right?
Anyway, I just hope this journal thing won’t consume me like it did to Ginny from HP.. LoL… well, I hope you enjoying reading it… so peace out …
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