04 April 2007
today was a dodgeball day.
There are hopscotch days, and there are days when you know that you're going to be nailed with a dodgeball.
Anyway, in keeping with my new lifestyle of minimum complaining, I'm publishing a slightly whiney blog rather than burdening the friendses with my little rant:
But it wasn't quite the highlight. That, strangely enough, happened at lunch. One look from you made me forget all the things I'm stressed about, all the things I'm trying to escape from. All it took was a split second, and I felt like maybe it was all going to be okay.
It scares the hell out of me that I feel like this about someone again. It scares the hell out of me that it's getting stronger every time we talk. It scares the hell out of me that that someone, of all people, is you.
Luckily, you have absolutely no idea who you are.
Anyway, in keeping with my new lifestyle of minimum complaining, I'm publishing a slightly whiney blog rather than burdening the friendses with my little rant:
- Apparently Ms. Cheese hasn't gotten my tacky card about how much I appreciate how patient she's been (and the apple I left with it... three cheers for bribery!), because she is still mad at me, it would seem.
- I think I may have overanesthesized the fruit flies in my biology lab, because none of them are moving, let alone making little baby fruit flies for me to experiment on.
- Someone scraped my car today in the school parking lot, so one of the brake light covers is broken, the light doesn't work, and there's a fair bit of paint missing from the back bumper. They didn't bother to leave a note, which definitely sucks, but on the other hand, I've been there too. I know what it feels like to be scared in that situation. Shit happens, I guess.
- MySpace is depressing, especially when I look up the lyrics to a certain someone's profile song and discover that they're practically begging me to over-analyze them. Needless to say, I obliged, and now I'm left to agonize over whether they mean that said someone realizes how badly they've screwed up this time. There may be the fear of never falling in love, but you told me once that you were. You said you were in love. You were sure of it, or so you said. Remember? No, I guess not. It's easy for you to forget all this, isn't it? There may have been tears after losing what you thought love was, but that's the thing: you had it. [It's a good thing you'll probably never read this blog again.]
- Bizarre chemistry with former nemesis is creeping me out. Also, the possibility of humiliating rejection is somewhat daunting. Then again, I'm almost ballsy enough to just... go for it.
- Delicious Swiss chocolate has mysteriously disppeared after yesterday's visitors. How can I possibly be expected to function under conditions such as these? Well... at least we have lots of milk.
- Nasty stains are unlikely to cooperate with my efforts to remove them from beloved [white] skirt, which I wore to the best concert of my life and which therefore has ridiculously good karma associated with it. I may just have to wear it anyway, because I'm in need of some good juju at the moment.
But it wasn't quite the highlight. That, strangely enough, happened at lunch. One look from you made me forget all the things I'm stressed about, all the things I'm trying to escape from. All it took was a split second, and I felt like maybe it was all going to be okay.
It scares the hell out of me that I feel like this about someone again. It scares the hell out of me that it's getting stronger every time we talk. It scares the hell out of me that that someone, of all people, is you.
Luckily, you have absolutely no idea who you are.
4/04/2007
