"I'm sorry," he said to me, "for everything."

He was holding my hands, obviously trying to make it some form of sentimental moment, but I just laughed. I couldn't help myself. After everything he did, Michael was expecting it all to be fixed with a simple I'm sorry for everything. It's not even like he did it of his own accord, for it I who went up to him all high and mighty and demanded, "Are you actually ever going to form some kind of real apology or just expect everything to automatically be fine between us?"

He had simply nodded, apparently it wasn't going to happen at that moment. Whatever, I didn't much care if it happened at all.

I was walking with Jamie out of 4th period (my creative writing class -- which is awesome, by the way) when he came lunging at me out of nowhere and pulled me to the side.

Then he said, "I'm sorry for everything."

It seemed sincere enough, but then again so did everything he had ever said to me, all of which turned out to be lies, so I just laughed and gave him credit for trying.

However, I don't really forgive him. I'm just going to play nice because we have the same friends and therefore are forced to be in each other's company more often than not. And I'll be sure to tell him that, probably tomorrow during lunch.

Otherwise, my first day of school wasn't bad. I have my first period with Anthony and, it turns out, Gena. I more excited about the fact I have Anthony (though I'm supremely bummed that we have different lunch times), but Gena is pretty cool too.

Second hour sucks. Not only is it my least favorite subject (history), but it's also in a portable that is literally in the middle of fucking nowhere. Seriously, it's behind the Tech building (which you have to walk all the way around to get to), at the far end of a big empty field. Who the fuck decided to put a portable there?

Not only that, but there's virtually nobody I know in that class. That I don't mind that much, but it still sucks.

English seems okay. Daphne had the same teacher last year and she said she's not that bad, so I'll live. However, she's never going to be anything compared to Mr. Santana. Nobody ever will.

Speaking of which, I saw Mr. Santana today by the busses and I called out his name and frantically waved at him. He got the biggest grin and tried to be all professional with a handshake, but he ended up pulling me into a hug. I was really happy because that guy changed my life, he really did. The most amazing teacher I've ever had.

Anyways, creative writing was awesome. The teacher is pretty laid back, with such rules as, "You're not allowed to have food in here, but if you bring it, I probably won't see it," with an attached wink. He also clarified that profanity is allowed in our writing because he wants us to be able to express however we desire.

He also says, "Right on," as a response to everything. I don't know why, it just makes him seem less like a teacher and more like a human being. So I really like him.

And also, Joey's hair got damn long. Tomorrow will be my second first day due to block scheduling, so I'll let you all in on that. And possibly tell you what I did after school if I don't get home too late like I did tonight.

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"I can't believe he's actually smiling in this picture," I mumbled, looking at a picture of Michael right before he went for surgery on his jaw. I had been looking through old pictures with Daphne and it came up.
"It's just like Michael," she said, continuing at my quizzical look, "to smile when it's totally inappropriate."
"That's not what I meant..." but I stopped myself. I'll be damned if I'm going to defend him. "Yeah," I agreed.

School starts tomorrow. I'm not nervous, not yet. I suppose when the bus starts getting closer to campus, then when the clock ticks closer to 9:25, then I'll begin to get nervous. But I have my first class with Anthony, who also rides my bus, so I'll have him to cling to if butterflies overwhelm my stomach. Which I doubt, but I'm just saying.

"How are you and Kyle?" asked my friend.
"We're not," I replied.
"What happened?"
"Shit."
"I don't think you should give up on him."
"Why's that?"
"You just shouldn't."

Kyle was online for the first time since he got back from Colorado today. I blinked at his screenname, but I didn't bother to come off of away. Normally I'd click "back" then wait for him to IM me (which he always did, hah), but I didn't bother today. What would I have to say to him? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And knowing him, he wouldn't have anything to say to me either, but he'd still IM me. So today I just didn't bother.

Hm, I realize that I have no idea where my second period class is. The only person I know of who has had a class near mine is Michael, and I'm sure as hell not going to ask him for help. So I'm hoping that my bus gets to school decently early so I can head over to where I think my class might be so I'm not totally lost come second period.

I can't wait to see Danny and, weirdly enough, Joey. I haven't seen Joey since, erm, last school year. I haven't seen Danny since I got back from North Carolina. So I'm oddly excited to see them both. Especially so I can flash my, what is now, million dollar smile -- hah!

Speaking of which, I'm not getting my retainer for two weeks and my orthodonist said that my teeth are probably going to shift over the spanse, but the retainer will fix that. I'm trying to stay very aware of my tongue so I don't push against my front teeth and hopefully I can manage minimum shifting.

I have so many goddamn expectations for this year, that there's no possible way it can live up to them all. But I can tell you one thing, it WILL be better than last year. There's no way in hell that's not happening.

Basically, my Supreme Plans of Change (for those of you were devoted readers on my other account) were successful. Successful Supreme Plans of Change. Hellz yeah.

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The past couple days have been pretty cool.

Wednesday I actually pulled out my old skateboard. I was the only one who dared to attempt it though, and somehow I managed not to lose all of my previous skill. It's a miracle, I didn't bust my head open.

Then Ian was laying in his boxers on my couch and couldn't move for around two hours, so I got a kick out of making him feel as awkward as possible.

That was fun. Of course, the day was actually a lot more fun than my lame attempts at describing it, but at least I try.

Then on Thursday, Daphne and I decided to get active. I threw on my rollerblades (which, again, I hadn't touch in a while, but somehow managed to actually still be pretty decent at) and she got my bike, and we decided to ride over to this adorable little ice cream place, where we had intended on meeting up with Istvan and whoever else he brang along.

But then we decided to chill at a park that was on the way for a little, only it turned out to be really nice out (as cool as it can get in Florida summer with a breeze -- actually very enjoyable), so we didn't want to leave. Instead we backtracked a few minutes, bought slushies at a 7-11, and went back to drink them.

We messed around on the playground (well, mainly the swings) like little kids for a little, but most of the time we were lazing around in the grass. Well, Daphne was anyways -- I was lazing around in the trees. I couldn't resist climbing them, and I got decently high up without killing myself.

Basically we just messed around for a while more (I was doing cartwheels and other little-girlish type things I hasn't done in forever), then we finally headed back. Andrew drew Daphne as an art assignment, it came out pretty damn good (so I was told, I didn't actually get to see the finished picture). Then we watched a movie.

Today we woke up super early for an orthodontist appointment. Daphne came with me. I got my braces off! And I can't tell you how goddamn disgusting my gums feel, all slimy and whatnot. Just 'cause I'm not used to being able to feel them, I haven't been able to stop running my tongue over my teeth all day.

Then we went to Oakwood for a couple hours. When we came home, I dyed my hair. I did the underlayer of my hair on the sides and my bangs a neon purple, but the color didn't take too well so it ended up coming out a goldish/pinkish color. I kinda like it though, so it works.

Then everyone left, so I'm home writing to you all. Pictures here. Enjoy.

Oh, by the way, my schedule is:

1. Drawing/Painting 1 (have it with Anthony!)
2. World History Honors
3. English 2 Honors (have it with Daphne!)
4. Creative Writing 3 (I didn't actually take 1 or 2.. I showed him a writing sample and got to jump right into 3)
5. AP Psychology
6. Chemistry 1 Honors (have this with Daphne, too!)
7. Geometry Honors

Pretty psyched. I think this year will be awesome.

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Tomorrow (well, later today, technically) is my school orientation. I'm getting my schedule.

I'm so fucking stoked, you have no idea.

Mainly I want to make sure I got all the classes I wanted, but I also want to run around campus comparing my schedule to every person I know or somewhat know to see if we have any classes together.

Honestly though, unlike last year, I won't really mind if I don't have any classes with my friends. I actually want to meet other people, as weird as that is, considering, well, it's me.

I also want to make sure I don't have a top locker. If I do, this year is going to be a bitch, 'cause I'm going to have to stand on my toes every single time I go to my locker. Which will be about 4-5 times a day.

So in all this anticipation, I'm having trouble sleeping.

Well, no, that's not true. The reason I'm having trouble sleeping is because I never usually go to sleep until around 4 or 5 in the morning, so I'm just not tired right now.

Eh, I suppose I'll have to start getting my sleeping schedule back on track now that school is only 5 days away. Basically, time to start hitting a bottle of Nyquil.

Oh, and sidenote, the Illusionist is a really good movie.

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