A Day To Watch Out For ?

Wearing zebra pants, a black shirt, and bow, I set off to the high school across the street. Improv and such was being practiced there, and I hadn't missed a day yet.

I walked into the building, not through the front door, but the side door, and with one blink I knew that three people- boys stood before me.... and two out of three were high as kites.
Giving them their greeting I kept moving, while one of the boys followed me and was repeatedly asking for my number. Not saying a word to him I entered the drama room where improv was being hosted.

I had forgotten about the weirdo that had followed me.

As soon as I entered the drama room I was happily surprised to hear the heys and hellos from everyone. :D It was delightful. I sat in the front row, and watched the game they played, right as I was enjoying myself, every other kid from the junior high came in, and they sat down quietly while I was asked to join the game.

Yup, improv was grand. The sad part was it ending.. but, we all had to go home.

Waiting for my mom to come and pick me up was an interesting experience. She was late 30 minutes, but I didn't mind.... I was too busy hanging out with the junior high improv boys to care anyway.

We sat on the high school's front lawn and talked. I was the odd woman out in the middle of four dudes, but at least I was participating in conversation, the only person who wasn't was Daniel.. who was totally off in space. I asked him if he was okay and what was on his mind. He said I would find out on my birthday.

WTH?

Oh well, December is wait I have to wait for. Grand.

Maybe If I Close My Eyes I Will Hear My Conscience

Occasionally I get caught up wondering. I lay on my made-up bed and think to myself all the things that have been happening to me.
This is what I have so far:

My old ex is my new best friend
My new ex is my old best friend
My best friend is my new enemy
My new Friend is my old enemy

The less confusing thoughts in my head being:

I relate random parts of my life to music far too often
I am too flirtatious for my own good and the good of others
I may be small but I have a lot to say
I enjoy when guys trip over me

The conclusions to the confusing thoughts being:

I need to stop listening to Fiona Apple and Lady Gaga.
I need to get over these hormones.
I need to wear duct tape or just learn to keep my own secrets.
I need to stop being........ Satan... ?


Oh well, it was worth a shot.
I mean, at least I think about my actions..
Will I try to solve my problems? No, I am far too lazy to even attempt it. Plus I am content with how I am..
Even if what I am is nuts.

His and Hers

Today I ignore my own feelings. His and Hers are the only ones that matter.

Well. I have screwed up royally this time readers. I became friends and flirted with the wrong person.

It started off as just a regular pal-round friendship with Him, but then it got heavy. He kept telling me things that I couldn't shrug off and ignore... and He kept making promises that we both knew he wouldn't keep. He told me his secrets and I told him mine.. Which She did not appreciate in the end of it all.

You see, "She," is His woman, and "I," am some weird limbo gal that screwed some things up...
It is not like I wanted His body or anything... I was just being Me, but... even I have to admit, Me can go too far sometimes.

Pure Excitement

Wow! I have a blog! This is nutso man! --And a whole 'notha reason to be on the internet addicted to random websites (including Facebook, Myyearbook, and Myspace). Where to start.... (the gears are a turning!