Telescope Eyes
Right now I feel like the person I know myself to be inside. Instead of attempting to dress comfortably and to act happily, I really am and it’s because I’m excited that Kyle is coming over tomorrow. Yesterday I made a present for Kyle during school. It’s really funny and I think he’ll like it. It’ll be a cool addition to the neat things he keeps on his dressier. Tomorrow evening I have a chorus concert at school, and the art show. Kyle was excited at my invitation to come see.
I didn’t brush my hair this morning after my shower, and as a result it naturally curled and separated itself into little dreadlits. If I’m not careful, they’ll reform all together. -Not a bad thing, but probably not as cool at the length it is now.
I haven’t seen much of James lately, which is worrisome since I told him what I did over the weekend. I’m relearning the value of keeping my mouth shut. I used to have an obsessive problem with not speaking at all, but it isn’t like that this time. I just need to remind myself to think more carefully before I say what I say, and to explain it in a way which doesn’t pass dramatic information as if it were less eventful than making tea. I forget sometimes that just because I’ve come to accept hardships, it doesn’t mean that others will take it as well.
Emma gave me a mouse today, names Little Man. He’s white with black spots and breathes pretty raspily, but I have a history of caring for injured animals. I liked seeing Will and Nell again, and Emma played some good songs on the guitar for me. She’s gotten significantly better.
Speaking of guitars, I lent Hudson my electric yesterday, because his was in the shop and he had a lesson. The fact that his was being repaired, and that he’d broken two strings and a peg already on my acoustic guitar, I should have seen the warning that it wasn’t a safe risk to take, but he begged me and I felt badly. I would have wanted someone to help me out, so I lent it to him. Even though he promised nothing would happen, he returned it with a missing D strings that had snapped. I had one spare at home, and in trying to re-string it, broke the new string. Gur.
I have to get off my chest, the fact that I’m extremely nervous to meet all of Kyle’s friends this Saturday, at the party he invited me to at his house. When I went over to his house on Monday, he had three already there. The two girls I was positive I’d seen at the Dresden Dolls concert at Bull Moose a month or so ago. The guy’s name was Nor, or something with an N. I liked him a lot, and the girl with fuchsia bangs. I had nothing against the dreaded girl, but the openness of the other girl, and “Nor’s” blitheness appealed to me. I guess I’m just worried that Kyle won’t have time to pay any attention to me, or that people will hate me because I conveniently showed up in their lives when he’d broken up with his girlfriend. Actually, I mean that that the other way around: He broke up with her a few days after knowing me. But even if I had had something to do with that, I shouldn’t worry about what they think. So far everyone seems just like me: Open to new people and things, and ABSOLUTELY not afraid to show who they really are. -Modern day Hippies I guess you could say, although labels are exactly a contradiction.
Even though I have some math I should do, I’m way too thirsty and sleepy to stay up any longer.
P.S. My dad woke me up from a nap at seven this evening, yelling that it was time to get up. It took me a while looking at the sun, to convince myself that it was setting in the West, and that dad was crazy. Confirming it was still Wednesday, I went down to tell him he was wrong. Preparing to go to Emma’s, he climbed out of bed from HIS nap, and yelled up the stairs that it was now 7:15. Calling from the living room, I yelled “PM” and raised an eyebrow as best I could. Dad only vaguely remembered my telling him those 15 minuets before, and couldn’t for the life of him, grasp that I needed him that I was going to Emma’s. He thought I’d already gone, but I said that that had been Rob’s house. Somehow he managed to incorporate Maralee into the plot, and I just had to laugh. Spencer was pretty amused too, and I questioned the date and time about 20 more times before I got to Emma’s.
I didn’t brush my hair this morning after my shower, and as a result it naturally curled and separated itself into little dreadlits. If I’m not careful, they’ll reform all together. -Not a bad thing, but probably not as cool at the length it is now.
I haven’t seen much of James lately, which is worrisome since I told him what I did over the weekend. I’m relearning the value of keeping my mouth shut. I used to have an obsessive problem with not speaking at all, but it isn’t like that this time. I just need to remind myself to think more carefully before I say what I say, and to explain it in a way which doesn’t pass dramatic information as if it were less eventful than making tea. I forget sometimes that just because I’ve come to accept hardships, it doesn’t mean that others will take it as well.
Emma gave me a mouse today, names Little Man. He’s white with black spots and breathes pretty raspily, but I have a history of caring for injured animals. I liked seeing Will and Nell again, and Emma played some good songs on the guitar for me. She’s gotten significantly better.
Speaking of guitars, I lent Hudson my electric yesterday, because his was in the shop and he had a lesson. The fact that his was being repaired, and that he’d broken two strings and a peg already on my acoustic guitar, I should have seen the warning that it wasn’t a safe risk to take, but he begged me and I felt badly. I would have wanted someone to help me out, so I lent it to him. Even though he promised nothing would happen, he returned it with a missing D strings that had snapped. I had one spare at home, and in trying to re-string it, broke the new string. Gur.
I have to get off my chest, the fact that I’m extremely nervous to meet all of Kyle’s friends this Saturday, at the party he invited me to at his house. When I went over to his house on Monday, he had three already there. The two girls I was positive I’d seen at the Dresden Dolls concert at Bull Moose a month or so ago. The guy’s name was Nor, or something with an N. I liked him a lot, and the girl with fuchsia bangs. I had nothing against the dreaded girl, but the openness of the other girl, and “Nor’s” blitheness appealed to me. I guess I’m just worried that Kyle won’t have time to pay any attention to me, or that people will hate me because I conveniently showed up in their lives when he’d broken up with his girlfriend. Actually, I mean that that the other way around: He broke up with her a few days after knowing me. But even if I had had something to do with that, I shouldn’t worry about what they think. So far everyone seems just like me: Open to new people and things, and ABSOLUTELY not afraid to show who they really are. -Modern day Hippies I guess you could say, although labels are exactly a contradiction.
Even though I have some math I should do, I’m way too thirsty and sleepy to stay up any longer.
P.S. My dad woke me up from a nap at seven this evening, yelling that it was time to get up. It took me a while looking at the sun, to convince myself that it was setting in the West, and that dad was crazy. Confirming it was still Wednesday, I went down to tell him he was wrong. Preparing to go to Emma’s, he climbed out of bed from HIS nap, and yelled up the stairs that it was now 7:15. Calling from the living room, I yelled “PM” and raised an eyebrow as best I could. Dad only vaguely remembered my telling him those 15 minuets before, and couldn’t for the life of him, grasp that I needed him that I was going to Emma’s. He thought I’d already gone, but I said that that had been Rob’s house. Somehow he managed to incorporate Maralee into the plot, and I just had to laugh. Spencer was pretty amused too, and I questioned the date and time about 20 more times before I got to Emma’s.