Monday after a four day vacation. I could end this post having just said that. But I won't. All weekend I kept telling myself I was going to accomplish something. I didn't. I paid for it today. Monday's have a horrible way of reminding you of the time you had to do something but just didn't feel like it and then you get to make up for your laziness with a swift kick in the _____. The morning was rough since I had an early rehearsal for our band concert and I have another one tomorrow since I'm a loser with nothing better to fill my schedule with than two band classes. Anyways, I won't go into the details of my day. Not important. Lunch was the only time I was able to sigh though. Jack was a good joker today. History bummed me out though. I made the stupid mistake of signing up for two honours classes this year: English (which I rock the house except when it comes to bloody RESEARCH PAPERS!!) and History (they didn't tell me I was signing into Hell). So, naturally with a lot of crap to do already, my history teacher loaded it on. *tries to smile...fails...miserably* I haven't been this unhappy in a while. It must be the reappearnce of the infamous Devon. I hate him so much. And yet, I don't hate him at all. How the hell is that possible? He's really pissing me off though. I almost blocked him today. And then, like always, I didn't. I'm not very good at remembering things- I'm awful with names and dates and such- but I have the hardest time letting go. Moving on. (I'm working on this concept). Talking to Adam right now. He's the hippy drummer in the band that I absolutely adore and the LAST person you would expect me to be with. Personality always overrules looks though. Anyways, he spent the weekend in Santa Clara auditioning for Van Gaurd- that's one of the top marching bands in the nation and VERY hard to get into. But he's damned good so I'm confident he'll make it. Anyhow, I'm hoping for some sort of future with him and right now it's looking pretty good. I need a fun guy to be with and not someone who is going to pull me down into drama and tears. I don't need someone to lean on, I just want someone to share life with, ya know? -.- My dad thinks it's funny to "message" my shoulders as I cringe in pain. Thanks dad. -.- On a closing note, I have to get this out here: Is innocence such a bad thing? Are virgins in high school an endangered species or what? Someone I know (cant say who) lost their virginity recently and it only surprised me because a year ago she was asking me what it was like to kiss a guy. And here I am, the first one to delve into that area and perhaps the last one that will make it all the way. Not that I'm complaining, honestly, I could care less. But like I've said before, it's just funny how fast things turn on you. I wonder what I'll find tomorrow when I face the world again and I'll have to remind myself not to turn to quickly or else get whiplash. Carrie