Okay, so i just finished up the first week of school, and it fell nothing short of interesting. Just like any other year at Ecole Classique, the bitter smell of textbooks and drama filled the air, which, in its own strange way, was somewhat welcoming. I had my fill of people for the week, and met alot of new people. And i recruited 4 new boys for choir. AND THEY ROCK! My mom's friend Roy died two days ago. The funeral is tomorrow. I am not going, because i only met him a few times. But Mike called earlier, and i didnt answer the phone. I didnt know what to say to him... Roy was his best friend since he was 16, and i have never dealt well with death. My mom is doing well in comforting him, and i know that he will be fine. Mrs. Ree had her open-heart surgery today, and it wasnt a tumor, it was just an infection but they had to replace the valve regardless. I dont much know what else to say. It has been a stressful week, and im much looking forward to a short break. 31 weeks to go. . . Oh, and i must take this time to remind myself not to be such a babbling idiot when it comes to talking to boys. Even the ones that i have grown completely comfortable with. Its bad embarrassing yourself in front of a boy, but it is far worse when you embarrass yourself in an instant message. You would think that since you are typing, you would have a second to think about what you are going to say. . but NO. I have to be a fucktard, and just type anything i think of. And ultimately sound like a character from Clueless. That....or Forrest Gump.