*yawn*
yawn yawn yawn yawn yawn yawn yawn.
Senior year is almost done. Almost done.
My god, I am such a dork. My sister came home from college with Final Fantasy X, and I got hooked on it. I'm such as nerd. :-)
Well, I must say I am suprised about a few things that have been happening lately. I want to tell you guys of an incident that happened a few weeks back. Involving James. Ya. Interesting.
As some of you know, I want absolutely nothing to do with him. But he keeps on confusing me so much. First he tells me to stay away from him, and when I do, he tells me to NOT avoid him.
To let you all know, on spring break the Choir went to Disneyland in Anaheim for the annual Choral festival there. I was hanging out with members of the Jazz Choir for the afternoon there, and a few of us went on a ride while James and a couple other people stayed behind. I was trying to be as pleasent as possible to everyone during the trip, including James. The day beforehand, I smiled at him and playfully poked him a couple of times. He didn't make any indication to me that he wanted me to stop. So, after a few minutes I stopped. Anyways, I'm rambling aren't I? So back to the ride thing.
You guys still with me?
I came off of the ride with the others, and we found the other jazz choir members at a face painting stall. I saw James there with a message painted on his forehead: "STAY AWAY FROM US JACKIE!" To say the least, I was pissed off. I left and found my friend Tarinda, who "rescued" me from the situation. But this isn't the "incedent" I am talking about.
To say the least, I was avoiding him like the plague at school. And I wanted to make clear to him that I was pissed. So, Whenever he passed me in the hall, I shot him the dirtiest look I can make on my face. Also, I wasn't the only person who was pissed at him. Most of the Jazz choir was pissed at him too. Apparently, the tenor and bass section cornered him one day and told him that they didn't want him in the chior. So he quit, thank god. He never shows up anyways.
About a week after spring break, I passed him in the hall during lunch. I shot him another sneer, and he turned around and said something like "Jackie, come here" Hello, there was no way in HELL I would ever want to talk to him. So I just ran off.
You following this?
two days afterwards, I was going into the parking lot after school. I was trying to get to my car. He started to follow. me. And then, he started to chase me to my car. He was yelling something, I couldn't understand him. I got into my car and locked the door, but he came up to the car and started banging on the windshield, yelling "open the door! open the door!" I honestly didn't know what to do, I had a crazed mexican banging on my windshield! I opened the window and told him to fuck off in a nice way. He kept on rambling about how I never listen to anyone, and how it was my own fault that he had to humiliate me at disneyland, and how I need to feel sorry for him because he's flunking his Senior Year (And that's MY problem?!?!) and basically, he said that he was apoligizing, and that he was sorry.
First of all, there is NO way in HELL that he could have been sorry. If he really was, he wouldn't have been blaming me for what happened.
Also, James constantly martyrs himself because he had an abusive father. All I know is, that yes, I have had experiences with abuse myself. Some of you know this, that my mother has had problems with verbal abuse. She has recovered quite a bit, and things are getting much better. But as far as I know, being "abused" does not excuse you from your actions. I thank God that I have never known more that just harsh words from my mother, but if James thinks that he can treat people with the disrespect that he has been lately, he is no better than his abusive father.
Okay, big rant. Gotta Go.
Senior year is almost done. Almost done.
My god, I am such a dork. My sister came home from college with Final Fantasy X, and I got hooked on it. I'm such as nerd. :-)
Well, I must say I am suprised about a few things that have been happening lately. I want to tell you guys of an incident that happened a few weeks back. Involving James. Ya. Interesting.
As some of you know, I want absolutely nothing to do with him. But he keeps on confusing me so much. First he tells me to stay away from him, and when I do, he tells me to NOT avoid him.
To let you all know, on spring break the Choir went to Disneyland in Anaheim for the annual Choral festival there. I was hanging out with members of the Jazz Choir for the afternoon there, and a few of us went on a ride while James and a couple other people stayed behind. I was trying to be as pleasent as possible to everyone during the trip, including James. The day beforehand, I smiled at him and playfully poked him a couple of times. He didn't make any indication to me that he wanted me to stop. So, after a few minutes I stopped. Anyways, I'm rambling aren't I? So back to the ride thing.
You guys still with me?
I came off of the ride with the others, and we found the other jazz choir members at a face painting stall. I saw James there with a message painted on his forehead: "STAY AWAY FROM US JACKIE!" To say the least, I was pissed off. I left and found my friend Tarinda, who "rescued" me from the situation. But this isn't the "incedent" I am talking about.
To say the least, I was avoiding him like the plague at school. And I wanted to make clear to him that I was pissed. So, Whenever he passed me in the hall, I shot him the dirtiest look I can make on my face. Also, I wasn't the only person who was pissed at him. Most of the Jazz choir was pissed at him too. Apparently, the tenor and bass section cornered him one day and told him that they didn't want him in the chior. So he quit, thank god. He never shows up anyways.
About a week after spring break, I passed him in the hall during lunch. I shot him another sneer, and he turned around and said something like "Jackie, come here" Hello, there was no way in HELL I would ever want to talk to him. So I just ran off.
You following this?
two days afterwards, I was going into the parking lot after school. I was trying to get to my car. He started to follow. me. And then, he started to chase me to my car. He was yelling something, I couldn't understand him. I got into my car and locked the door, but he came up to the car and started banging on the windshield, yelling "open the door! open the door!" I honestly didn't know what to do, I had a crazed mexican banging on my windshield! I opened the window and told him to fuck off in a nice way. He kept on rambling about how I never listen to anyone, and how it was my own fault that he had to humiliate me at disneyland, and how I need to feel sorry for him because he's flunking his Senior Year (And that's MY problem?!?!) and basically, he said that he was apoligizing, and that he was sorry.
First of all, there is NO way in HELL that he could have been sorry. If he really was, he wouldn't have been blaming me for what happened.
Also, James constantly martyrs himself because he had an abusive father. All I know is, that yes, I have had experiences with abuse myself. Some of you know this, that my mother has had problems with verbal abuse. She has recovered quite a bit, and things are getting much better. But as far as I know, being "abused" does not excuse you from your actions. I thank God that I have never known more that just harsh words from my mother, but if James thinks that he can treat people with the disrespect that he has been lately, he is no better than his abusive father.
Okay, big rant. Gotta Go.