That's what I felt like today. I felt like I was on the verge of running away the entire time. Honestly, if I could have, I would have left school early. It wasn't even that I was upset, or ignored, or even bothered. I just felt claustrophobic. I even skipped drama today, I just couldn't handle it. And I wanted to handle it, I really did. Especially after school. I was outside the auditorium, bundling up to head to the buses. And a guy walked by with his friends and started talking, standing by the auditorium. And then one of them, he started break dancing. Not only was it awesome, but I wanted to stay and talk and I wasn't sure how.
My friends repeatedly point this out to me. They point out the clearly obvious and embarrassing fact that I'm too shy. For heavens sake, I made a comment about not wanting many slow dances at homecoming, and I was looked at like I was a nut. I'm not a nut! I'm a cheesecake! Her words were,
"You're just to shy to grab a guy."
And yes I bloody well am! So what! I guess that if I dance with a guy, I want to know that there's something there. Anything really. I'd take lust, curiosity, pity, anything. Well, not pity. Scratch that. But you get my drift. I'm just not a random dancer person. If someone came up to me, I don't think I could turn them down, but as for grabbing one off the side, nope. I can't do that.
I also want to dye my hair before homecoming, but I'm not sure what color to choose. I'm thinking purple or blue. Maybe black. I definitely don't want red, and I don't want to damage my hair to badly. So I don't know. We'll see I guess. I'm definitely asking mom for a sleepover the weekend of though. I need help.
It was also bloody cold today. I felt like I froze. That wasn't fun. I've got to finish up my drivers education and get a car. And soon! Otherwise, I'll be a Popsicle.
Life, you have weird ways of twisting me about.
P.S. I am now director of the Glee club! Add this plus drama club, I will have a very busy year. Not to mention debate. Oi.
P.P.S. I am proud of myself! I found a way to rig one of the back doors to the auditorium so that I can always get in during my free periods. I have my middle periods before lunch open everyday and I love it. I have to rig the doors because the office won't open them otherwise. They say I need a supervisor, but I don't. I'm almost 18, I'm responsible, and I won't ever be able to convince a teacher to camp out in the auditorium for a full hour and a half! Also, the auditorium is the only quiet and deserted place in the entire school anymore! There is never a place for a girl to get some peace from the constant chatter of middle schoolers. I like listening to the high schoolers, mostly because the conversations make me smile. But middle schoolers...They're like squirrels on crack. They. Never. Stop.
Okay, I'm rambling so I'm cutting this off here.
Farewell my fellow cheesecakes and nuts!
My friends repeatedly point this out to me. They point out the clearly obvious and embarrassing fact that I'm too shy. For heavens sake, I made a comment about not wanting many slow dances at homecoming, and I was looked at like I was a nut. I'm not a nut! I'm a cheesecake! Her words were,
"You're just to shy to grab a guy."
And yes I bloody well am! So what! I guess that if I dance with a guy, I want to know that there's something there. Anything really. I'd take lust, curiosity, pity, anything. Well, not pity. Scratch that. But you get my drift. I'm just not a random dancer person. If someone came up to me, I don't think I could turn them down, but as for grabbing one off the side, nope. I can't do that.
I also want to dye my hair before homecoming, but I'm not sure what color to choose. I'm thinking purple or blue. Maybe black. I definitely don't want red, and I don't want to damage my hair to badly. So I don't know. We'll see I guess. I'm definitely asking mom for a sleepover the weekend of though. I need help.
It was also bloody cold today. I felt like I froze. That wasn't fun. I've got to finish up my drivers education and get a car. And soon! Otherwise, I'll be a Popsicle.
Life, you have weird ways of twisting me about.
P.S. I am now director of the Glee club! Add this plus drama club, I will have a very busy year. Not to mention debate. Oi.
P.P.S. I am proud of myself! I found a way to rig one of the back doors to the auditorium so that I can always get in during my free periods. I have my middle periods before lunch open everyday and I love it. I have to rig the doors because the office won't open them otherwise. They say I need a supervisor, but I don't. I'm almost 18, I'm responsible, and I won't ever be able to convince a teacher to camp out in the auditorium for a full hour and a half! Also, the auditorium is the only quiet and deserted place in the entire school anymore! There is never a place for a girl to get some peace from the constant chatter of middle schoolers. I like listening to the high schoolers, mostly because the conversations make me smile. But middle schoolers...They're like squirrels on crack. They. Never. Stop.
Okay, I'm rambling so I'm cutting this off here.
Farewell my fellow cheesecakes and nuts!
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