Monday, 6:12 p.m.   Burns and Apples I started writing a story today. I'm so cool. I wrote a longass entry yesterday, and the stupid diary didn't save it. WTF? I don't know. WTF indeed. So forgive me for being a little bit disappointed and angry and not detailing all this. also I have only got an hour. And it's cold. And my sister can be such a bitch (I am in no way saying that I am not, but she is too, okay?) I've been thinking about Aaron all day today! Like in Chemistry, I was so bored! Dah! No arguments over abortion and homosexuality and bibles! And if I wasn't thinking about Aaron, I was looking at my ring and wishing that it was scott and not metal. Sad, eh? Sad, but true. Bite me if you don't like it. I don't care if you take that literally either. The kids at school get upset when I take it literally though and try to bite them...They think i'm strange. But I don't have any enemies really. I figured out who Nik really reminds me of! Kayleigh! Kayru, my first friend reminds me of you! hehe! That's not to say you're boyish or he's girlish, it's saying you have similar personalities and mannerisms. Woohoo! I'm trying not to change too bad, eh? Except kind of i'm talking different, and using vulgarities a lil bit more. I should probably cut back before I'm completely vulgar. Eee. It's weird, these people can say "fuck" and make it sound completely innocent. It's funny. Um um um, Yes. These boys I've grouped into are violent. As always. It's funny. except today I sat down to do some maths homework on a bench at interval. Simon picked up an apple with a few bites in it from the ground and chucked it at Zeb. Zeb, being the lithe (ha!) and graceful (double ha!) person he is, dodged just in time. The apple hit the window with a lovely SMACK sound, and shattered (The apple, not the window). You know what direction it splattered in? Mine. It rained apple on Teresa, in teresa's hair and on her clothes, in her open bag and on her maths homework. I was so pissed. Even though Simon apologized (kind of) and promised he wasn't aiming at me. Duh. If I hadn't been eating and working, I woulda so kicked Simon's ass. I really would have. I was dusting apple guts off of myself and my work and Simon just waltzed right over and plucked the apple core bits right out of my bag. So I couldn't throw them at him! And you don't reach in a girl's bag unless you know her really really well or you are a girl yourself or you have the girl's permission. In a way it's cool because maybe he feels like it's okay because I'm one of them, and in a way it's stupid because he probably just doesn't know the rule. So I was sitting there picking small apple bits out of my bag and continued brushing apple rain off my shoulders and shaking my fist at those blasted boys. Ah well. By the time I was done it was really too late to do anything about it so I just had to let it go. Here I am, letting it go. Yesterday mostly was boring, eh? besides lunch and starting a game of punch tag and watching my friends beat each other. I Wish I could join in the reindeer games, too, but either they don't think I'm good enough or its' because I'm a girl or I just don't throw myself into the circle. I really wish I could, but part of me knows that if I muss up my uniform, my parents will slaughter me. I did arm wrestle Simon at the formal, though. He had his arm on the coffee table in anticipation and no one was accepting it so I went over and accepted the challenge. Everyone (as in everyone who was in our area, not everyone at the dance) circled around us, forming a kind of arena, and we began. Simon was looking all strained with his eyes clenched and face upturned but I was incredulous as his arm was too easy to move. I asked him, "Are you trying?" and with that strained face he nodded slowly and, well, strained. Then he opened his eyes and looked at me and shook his head ever so slightly so I knew. I didn't wanna try if he wasn't going to, and I guess he knew it because he started trying and we gradually worked up to a real effort. Well it was for me, anyway. I'm not sure if he was trying all the way, but I was and for the sake of my dignity we'll say he was, too. It got to the point where I was on the winning half and then a cool song came on and we quit and all of us headed to the dance floor. My sleeveless dress showed off my muscles, so everyone could see that I was trying. Simon's zootsuit was (obviously) longsleeved so I wasn't sure but I hope he was trying because it's not fair if he wasn't. But the onlookers were admiring my muscle and it made me feel all important and strong. yay me! Anyway, that's..it. In a minute I'll start typing the story that I was writing in chem and throughout the day, okies? Okies! lucky you! you get to read yet another diary entry of mine and know what's going on my fabbity fab life which isn't really so fabbity fab! yay!