I ain't no goddamned sonuvabitch. (you'd better think about it baby)
My first week of junior year went mostly sucessful. I don't have a boyfriend, I'm not in love with anyone I've met at school, and I haven't missed any assignments. My scedule is hell, curse me for taking the hard classes. Yesterday we scattered Uma's ashes on the ocean, and on the bike ride back we ran into Dylan and his family. I would love to date Dylan. Not only is he very attractive, he's also smart, sensetive, athletic, funny, and basically everything I could ever want in a male. My parents know his parents very well and they love Dylan and want me to marry him and have his 2.5 children. I, however, will not go to any great lengths to hang out with Dylan. I don't really talk to him except when his parents have a party and my parents ask me to go with him, or when we have a chance meeting like this one. I'm still hanging on to the hopes that something will happen between me and YOU KNOW FUCKING WHO AND HE KNOWS WHO HE FUCKING IS, THE BASTARD.
Actually, I'm joking. But you do know who.
Anyways.
My poetry teacher paid me this amazing compliment. We were writing on the spot, and I volunteered to read my poem. And I did, and she gave me this great compliment. She said "you have such an ear for poetry. When I hear a great poem, it's like it comes out of me from the inside and I just make this "aaah" sound because the poem is so fullfilling to hear, and that's what your poetry is like." Or something to that effect. I love Mrs. Jones. Not just because she complimented me. Actually, she isn't the handing out of compliments kinda lady. In fact, she barely compliments, which makes it way specialer.
I met this girl at school named Amanda. She's really nice and listens to great music and plays guitar. She saw Mates of State live, and I am green with jealousy because of that. I hope we become good friends this year, because I enjoy her greatly. She's very nice.
Also, Whitney and I are sort of having a falling-out. Maybe irreparably(?). I am going to see her before she leaves for college, which is shockingly soon. I am not going to protect this entry, so I bet she reads it. Please do not comment, Whitney.
Yesterday was Brian's birthday. When he comes over on Saturday I am giving him a copy of Perks and that mixtape we listened to that once before I went to Europe. How drippy of me.
Actually, I'm joking. But you do know who.
Anyways.
My poetry teacher paid me this amazing compliment. We were writing on the spot, and I volunteered to read my poem. And I did, and she gave me this great compliment. She said "you have such an ear for poetry. When I hear a great poem, it's like it comes out of me from the inside and I just make this "aaah" sound because the poem is so fullfilling to hear, and that's what your poetry is like." Or something to that effect. I love Mrs. Jones. Not just because she complimented me. Actually, she isn't the handing out of compliments kinda lady. In fact, she barely compliments, which makes it way specialer.
I met this girl at school named Amanda. She's really nice and listens to great music and plays guitar. She saw Mates of State live, and I am green with jealousy because of that. I hope we become good friends this year, because I enjoy her greatly. She's very nice.
Also, Whitney and I are sort of having a falling-out. Maybe irreparably(?). I am going to see her before she leaves for college, which is shockingly soon. I am not going to protect this entry, so I bet she reads it. Please do not comment, Whitney.
Yesterday was Brian's birthday. When he comes over on Saturday I am giving him a copy of Perks and that mixtape we listened to that once before I went to Europe. How drippy of me.