Romeo, romeo, where for art thou romeo?

Feeling: mopey
So today was on OK day. Michael left for the student coucil trip and wont be back until Friday afternoon:'( Apart from that today I felt very...eh, bi-polar I suppose? One moment I wanted to go save the whales, and the next I just felt like being a complete bitch. I'm kinda upset withmyself, because this was my alst lunch with Michael until next Monday and I was the cheeriest person in the world, but I suppose these things happen. Eh, Im kinda of scared. A person whom I've disliked for many a years now informed Michael that I was flirting with Chase last Drama practice. Mind you, Chase and I didnt leave off on, eh, the best manners, so when we began talking again I was mroe then pleased that we would still remain friends. But honestly, Chase means nothing more to me than that. This is kinda a lose/lose situation. Because try as hard as I may, there is nothing I can do to fully convince Michael I dont like Chase anymore, and I dont blame him for being curious about the whole thing, because I know I would be. Its just Mike's trust to me means a lot, and the last thing I want to do is lose that. Oh, men are so complicated. I guess my mood swinginy also brought out a rebellious side of me, because during Chorus I told Ms. Vence I didnt feel well, and skipped a half hour of her class. Ironicall I ran into Sara, who went and got Michael, and I got to seem him for real before he left, which was cool. Then just as I was about to go back to the chorus room Jack came out and we hung out, by the water fountain, in the middle of the hallway for 20 minutes without being caught. Ms. Vence was a TINY bit upset when I got back so late, but I told her I thoguht I was going to upchuck and she seemed satisfied. Haha, I also gave Michael and letter and told him he couldnt open it until tomorow evening. there is no purpose behind this letter then for my rambling on how much I miss and love him, but the waiting part will kill him. He lives for secrets and such. I miss my Michael. Until tomorrow then, Your Nieghborhood Superman
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I miss my George. He's off doing some type of genious society thing, that I can't go too, because I'm a year to young. I'll join next year...just to piss them off. Or something.

-Becky

P.S. Secret letters are really fun. *Grin*

-BB
[Anonymous]
Yes, together we'll have counseling, until our boyfriends walk in and ask us what the heel [Yes, that says, "heel."] we're doing. *grins* That's the way, [uh huh, uh huh,] I like it.

-BB
[Anonymous]
Awww,
sounds like a touching story to me, and that part about being sick and 'wanting' to hurl - classic. :o) the things we do for relationships eh? I don't know - it's just that sometimes you find yourself doning things that you know you'd never do. Kind of brings out a different side of you, which can be a good thing, and in this case it seems alright - so no worries.

Truly,