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Saturday, August 2, 2008
Between Hours of 10 & 01. 5:31 PM

10:46 AM “..I’m two quarters and a heart down.”

Breaktime didn’t go as I intended it too |: Oh, for heaven’s sake. Maybe I’ve been sending out the wring signs or something. I mean this whole insane thing is driving me up the wall!!! I just want to tear out in sudden frustration. Aargh. But I guess it wasn’t exactly my fault and it’s not that bad. Lighten up.

So I may possibly, might have, could have, most probably with the slightest hint of maybe, acted all…wrong. Wow. I can almost see it.

“Dude, can’t you see what’s in front of you? She absolutely does NOT like you. She acts like you DON’T exist (with the exception of the rare hello’s), she does NOT talk to you at all, she ignores you way too much and seems to having way too much fun with other people! Give it a rest.”

But no. It’s not like that. Not slightly. Not even a little. Not at all. I mean, yeah, I guess I did all that..but I swear, that is NOT what’s going on. At all. Man, if only you knew.


11:00 AM

*yawn*. I feel sleepy. Not feeling any better either. Pourquoi?!


11:03 AM

Still..


11:04 AM

So you must be wondering why I’m writing all this down instead of finishing up an essay or something equally tedious. Let’s just say some people forgot to bring their books and now the class is correcting each others papers and I got lucky, giving my book to someone else and not getting any in return. Oh well.

Anyway, back to wallowing around the pit of great frustration. I don’t really intend on writing all these down, but uh, I guess I feel that much frustrated to do so. So I really don’t mean to be this way, acting like you don’t exist. Like I don’t see you. But I do. In fact, you’re the only person I see. You’ve no idea how much you exist.

The stupid thing is…I’m probably the one who doesn’t exist in your eyes. How…frustrating. I don’t know.


11:15 AM

So if this is how you behave when you like someone, how the hell do you act when you don’t?! That’s just…weird. Do you like, do the exact opposite and NOT ignore them, hang out with them and constantly talk to them? What??


01:17 AM

It’s been a couple of hours, not much has changed. Except for the fact that I am no longer glued to the classroom chair & table, surrounded by constant shouting, laughing & swearing. Honestly. What is with the PG-rating of our class? Honestly.

I’m at Neo and I haven’t been doing good in class lately. Why can’t I fricking understand all those fricking notes?! Geez.

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YESTERDAY.
-It's Good To Be A Pessimist
-Anemniactic (I'm Not)
-How I Spent Last Night (In A Cramped Up Grocery St...
-In The Hands Of Songwriters
-The "L-Word" (I Won't Be Caught Using This)
-You Are At The Top Of My Lungs (Some Days Are Bett...
-Don't Read This If You've Never Wanted Something S...
-Robbing Lips And Kissing Banks Under This Moon
-Three Days, Grace.
-Sometimes I Think Kids Know A Lot More Than We Do.