Look! Updating! Today's Monday, and I don't know where the weekend went. I did nothing on Saturday, and on Sunday I went to my softball pool party at Nina's. Her pool is niiice. It was all quite sentimental; we gave to coaches scrapbooks and we got faux-tros (fake trophies, because the ASA never sent us any from Nationals)! And while I was there I found out Derwood is going to coach Fall Ball. Whoopee.
In computer graphic art I sit in this row at the edge, a junior/senior girl next to me, and two junior/senior guys next to her. Today one of them is like, "Uh, hey, do you have a sister?"
*sigh*"No."
"Oh, uh, there's this girl that looks like you."
"Oh, what was her name?"
"I think it was, uh, like, Sam."
"Yeah, I get that a lot."
I don't look like her, okay! Why do people keep telling me I look like her?... rant over.
I'd like to note, in my spanish class there's a kinda somewhat goofy-cute kid who sits next to me. And he's really nice. And he says he's in Algebra 3-4. More later.
At lunch I had to go to the administrative office and on the way I saw the 'academy group' (yes I still refer to them as that) and I walked between their little hallway sitting area. I saw Connor. On a side note, Nicole might kiss Connor playing spin the bottle this weekend. *screamfaintdie*
Afternoon P.E. is really really hot. Heat hot, not hawt hot. And I figured out today that racquetball is pretty much nothing like tennis... it's way dumber.
It's established that Chad and I walk up to the intersection after school together :) So today he's telling me this story about his brother and how he likes some girl but shes not allowed to date... And so, naturally, I ask what the point of the story is. And Chad goes, "Well, there's a question at the end." There's no way I was getting my hopes up. But come on! Anyway, he goes on and on about how his brother really likes her blahblahblah, and he gets to the end, and he's like, "So... what could they be called even if they weren't technically 'dating', but it still means the same thing?"
'Gee, thanks for asking.' "Umm, friends with benefits?" *haha*
Would we not be perfect??? I want to walk up that hill holding hands and ughh... To steal a phrase, I'm asdljkfsdkling right now. But I'm not going to do anything about it. He has to come to me this time.
And now that there is nothing else to write, I guess I have to go do my homework now.
And remember, if a guy is named Cute Math Guy, then he's always gonna be cute-- it's his name!
In computer graphic art I sit in this row at the edge, a junior/senior girl next to me, and two junior/senior guys next to her. Today one of them is like, "Uh, hey, do you have a sister?"
*sigh*"No."
"Oh, uh, there's this girl that looks like you."
"Oh, what was her name?"
"I think it was, uh, like, Sam."
"Yeah, I get that a lot."
I don't look like her, okay! Why do people keep telling me I look like her?... rant over.
I'd like to note, in my spanish class there's a kinda somewhat goofy-cute kid who sits next to me. And he's really nice. And he says he's in Algebra 3-4. More later.
At lunch I had to go to the administrative office and on the way I saw the 'academy group' (yes I still refer to them as that) and I walked between their little hallway sitting area. I saw Connor. On a side note, Nicole might kiss Connor playing spin the bottle this weekend. *screamfaintdie*
Afternoon P.E. is really really hot. Heat hot, not hawt hot. And I figured out today that racquetball is pretty much nothing like tennis... it's way dumber.
It's established that Chad and I walk up to the intersection after school together :) So today he's telling me this story about his brother and how he likes some girl but shes not allowed to date... And so, naturally, I ask what the point of the story is. And Chad goes, "Well, there's a question at the end." There's no way I was getting my hopes up. But come on! Anyway, he goes on and on about how his brother really likes her blahblahblah, and he gets to the end, and he's like, "So... what could they be called even if they weren't technically 'dating', but it still means the same thing?"
'Gee, thanks for asking.' "Umm, friends with benefits?" *haha*
Would we not be perfect??? I want to walk up that hill holding hands and ughh... To steal a phrase, I'm asdljkfsdkling right now. But I'm not going to do anything about it. He has to come to me this time.
And now that there is nothing else to write, I guess I have to go do my homework now.
And remember, if a guy is named Cute Math Guy, then he's always gonna be cute-- it's his name!
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