Interesting day. I just wanted to toss up my hands and surrender, and now I've come to the point where all I can say is "bring it on." I screwed up, I'll admit it, but then, so did you. I was already to say I was sorry, truly, but then something made me change my mind. It was the hypocrite in you shining through. And I realize there's a time and a place for everything, but conversation for you--with you--doesn't seem an option these days. Don't sound surprised, I've been feeling shoved aside ever since you found your new face. And you're right; I don't belong with that crowd. I don't WANT to belong in that crowd. I told you before and I'll tell you again- they've changed you. I shouldn't care, not my business, get over it, I know. But how can I get over it when you can't get over anything these days? Hell, I'm waiting for you to get over yourself. THEN we'll talk. For now, we'll just keep it quiet, pretending like we're still good buds. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Friday's are supposed to be good, happy days, but they really aren't. You always get a test on Friday and a weekend jammed with things you really don't want to be doing. I had a math test today and if I do poorly well, hell, I'm an idiot. Regenals are tomorrow. We're going bold in formal dresses. We had practice today and wouldn't you know it, I dropped the bass and a key bent. Lucky, my director was able to get it fixed, but they also changed the pads and now there's a leak in it and I'm having trouble getting some of the notes out. Peachy. I'm crossing my fingers tomorrow runs smoothly. During French today, "Audrey" was crying because she ate an entire sandwich at lunch. I wanted to hit her. She's always talking about how "fat" she is when she only ways about 110 and can fit into a size 3. She's a cow, let me tell you! -.- ~~~ I'm damn sick of this school year. Actually, I'm sick of life in general. Sick of myself. Everyone can't stop talking about grades and college and I just don't get it. Is it really all that important? Where am I going after high school? Where will college take me? Will I get stuck with a crappy, low paying job, or will I be able to do what I've always wanted? Is it time to let go of writing and focus on numbers and single letters? I just don't know. There's a poetry contest taking place right now. I'm working on something. I pulled out an old poem for re-writing, but I know I have to come up with something fresher. *sigh* I'm reading "The Dive from Clausen's Pier" right now. It's a good book; Aaron bought it for me probobly over a year ago and I never got around to reading it. I needed to though. As a writer, I really need to read more. It's already giving me ideas for my next project; but first, I'm determined to finish the one I'm already working on. Carrie