Well, school was average. I got a 110 on my Bio quiz, and I had my first Pep Club meeting. We got our yearbooks today, woot! I love yearbooks. The day started out icky because HE jumped into me and leslies convo, and just the way he talks to me and looks at me reassures me that HE really hates me. There's so much I NEED to say to him, but I don't get to because there's consequences to telling someone how you feel. I was reading my diary from 7th grade earlier, and it was AALL a/b him, and then i read my diary entries when I didn't like the other guy, and they were so pathetic. And then I read last nights entry and realized WOW I haven't matured at all when it comes to relationships. I want to talk to him badly. I don't care what about. ANYTHING..I just wanna hear him talk to me. I want to hug him, and kiss him. I want to be his girlfriend, and tell everyone he's my boyfriend. and everyone would be so jealous b/c out of all the girls who would gladly be his, I was the chosen one. But you see, that's just a fantasy, a simple, school-girlish dream. It's great to daydream a/b during school, to think of us walking hand in hand at football games. HaHa, what a dork! I need a life. I need something. whatever.