This post started out as a funny/random story, but it kind of evolved. Read and see.

Once, there was a girl. We were pretty good friends in sixth grade, and I guess you might think we were a cute couple. (That's what my mom says.) We were pretty shy about dating, but I do remember something special. When I was passing her in a hallway at school, she gave me a little love letter. It was pink, with little flower stickers and a poem she'd written. It was very nice, and I always felt bad that I didn't get her anything nice. When we broke up, I guess she was always in the back of my head.

Lately, I'd been noticing the thing on my floor. Now, my bedroom floor is a mess. I figured out that when I go rooting through my drawers, it falls out. I originally kept it because I wanted to remember it, but after a while it just got to where I didn't get around to tossing it.

Well, we had another go, and I, personally, think she trashed it. And it's like, I can't figure it out, but I never knew until very recently that she wouldn't know a good relationship if it pricked her in the ass. I'm not just saying that because I got dumped twice. She really does have guy problems. I don't want to be her boyfriend, or her friend, or anything. She's an acquaintance. I don't know if she gets the point yet, but yeah. I'm good and tired of it.

I finally went and tossed the thing.

I'd been telling my brother about how it was "haunting" me, and I suppose he saw it in the trash and planted it on my floor. I took note the second time, but threw it out again just to see what he'd do. It was in my sock drawer tonight. I surprised him when I started yelling in his ear, and he, of course, pretended to have no idea what I was talking about and cussed me out.

The damned thing is locked in my safe, and I plan on burning it tommorow. I didn't want to go outside after showering.

Some of you may know who I'm talking about, but most of you won't. Don't bug me about it if you do, because this is all I want, or need, to say. I'm not excluding her name because I care. It's not in case she reads it, because she'll know anyway, and there's no way she cares what I write anyway. No, what I'm worried about is her finding out, then me getting in trouble for putting her name and "personal" information on the net with her mom. I rather like her mom. She's nice to me. :D

EDIT: I guess she does. Just found out that she's had another boyfriend for...I'm just guessing, but I'd say a week now. And this is her second or third since. In only a few months. I don't know about you guys, but I think that's a bit much. If you knew her, you'd say the same. Am I right, Bilingual?

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So, now I feel a lot better. And I got a full night's sleep. And swim practice was for wimps, so I'm not as tired.

I don't usually say stuff like in the last post. I usually don't think about it. But I kind of like being grim. It's kind of satisfying. Not unique, but different.

School was great. The bi-polar teacher left me alone for the most part, and I'm keeping a notebook for school just for whatever comes to mind. This would have been great last year. Creative writing, and stuff.

And I can't draw for a bean. :D

Geometry is a breeze, so far. She wants us to have vocabulary on note cards, which pisses me off, but the actual lessons are...well, I've always thought it was obvious. People make such a big deal out of simple addition. YES, a 60 degree angle adjacent to a 40 degree angle makes one big 100 degree angle. Simple addition.

Physical Science quite literally puts me to sleep. The guy is fun, but he...drones. Just spit it out, man. Plus, I really do know that stuff, too. Maybe I'll learn something later.

English is stressful just because of the teacher, but I'm finally learning grammar in an understandable way. Which is good, seeing as how creative writing doesn't make up for sentence form. Not that I can't form complex sentences, I just can't tell them apart from compound. :P

Intro to Engineering is kind of boring, but I hear it picks up once we cover the basics. Can't wait. At least I don't fall asleep, but I'm stuck in a class full of 9th graders. And half of them, it seems, either know each other, play baseball together, or know each other from baseball. They won't shut up.

Lunch is simply amazing. I hope it isn't wrecked too badly next semester.

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OK so here I am making fun of certain OTHER PEOPLE for missing a day, and then I miss a day for nearly the same reason.

I'd had plans to post around noon, but those were waylaid by Dishonored. Afterwards, I remembered that I had a dinner date that was supposed to be over at around nine, but became an eleven-thirty affair. So here I am. I'm sorry. Sort of.

Dinner was pretty rad. I was actually just typing up a description and my computer crashed, which made me even more late, (thank Ubuntu) and so I don't feel like doing it again. So just take it for granted that I was fed both in body and spirit. :D

Random facts:
Tomorrow is my brother's birthday.
He's nineteen, but still a punk.
crap I have to plan rides for church tomorrow gotta go

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