I want my box
Fwa. Not a bad day, really. Got to sit on the floor in English, woot I guess... History we watched more of the Gandhi movie and I drew a lunar moth, which isn't actually at all... lunch was being called a punk/emo, never wanting to drink/eat again because you can never be sure what it is, and assassination plans so secret, even the assassins didn't know about them. A-block was puffy painting guard shirts, which is always fun, but would have been better if everyone was there, however I know and accept that it would be highly difficult/impossible to find a time everyone can be there, assuming everyone wants to attend anyway. B-block was one of those look your best workshops... apparently the lady running them works in the 8th period office with my mom. I have a round face, which I think means I should have long hair, no bangs, small-ish oval glasses, and a slight scoop collar. Not that I'll keep any of that in mind ever. But it's nice to know. Even though I've personally always thought I look better with short hair - whatever, I decided a long time ago to let it grow anyway. Then I stayed after to watch School for Scandal, which I'm not going to review tonight because I don't want to influence the opinions of anyone going tomorrow. Maybe I'll post my opinions on Sunday or something, we'll see.
Meh. Something really minor happened at intermission, but it stuck with me. Lately, for I-don't-even-know-how-long, it's felt like I can't do much of anything without people jumping to conclusions. It's been a couple things, but the most annoying one is that it seems like I can't talk to boys without at least one person making too much of it. Or maybe I just read it wrong. Either way, it annoys me that I can no longer have boy friends without them looking like boyfriends.
Brian and DanTran and Sarah, thanks for a fun afternoon.
Brian, I swear I know your name, I really do.
All of you who performed, good job. Sorry I didn't stay after long to congratulate you all.
I need a packet of music... I'll probably get one on Monday. Or Tuesday... unless Alexa can be a darlin and grab me one... although I don't know when I'd see her to get it.
I kinda drifted through most of the day. But thinking about all the stuff that happened after school - things people might have said or done without thinking about it - it made me feel both loved and appreciated. So, thank you for that, to basically everyone I talked to at all after school at any point.
Night, babes. Adórelos gran cantidad.
Meh. Something really minor happened at intermission, but it stuck with me. Lately, for I-don't-even-know-how-long, it's felt like I can't do much of anything without people jumping to conclusions. It's been a couple things, but the most annoying one is that it seems like I can't talk to boys without at least one person making too much of it. Or maybe I just read it wrong. Either way, it annoys me that I can no longer have boy friends without them looking like boyfriends.
Brian and DanTran and Sarah, thanks for a fun afternoon.
Brian, I swear I know your name, I really do.
All of you who performed, good job. Sorry I didn't stay after long to congratulate you all.
I need a packet of music... I'll probably get one on Monday. Or Tuesday... unless Alexa can be a darlin and grab me one... although I don't know when I'd see her to get it.
I kinda drifted through most of the day. But thinking about all the stuff that happened after school - things people might have said or done without thinking about it - it made me feel both loved and appreciated. So, thank you for that, to basically everyone I talked to at all after school at any point.
Night, babes. Adórelos gran cantidad.