Enough Of Storytime.

Good story, huh? I never forget important days.

Today was nice. Scott didn't show up again, so we had a solo day. God I'm kind of scared, because I end up rushing my flag work frequently and it causes me to need to improv! It'll be ok, I hope... ha ha, we'll see. I better not drop that goddamn strip toss... I'll cry. Or improv.

Math was easy, took a quiz and then went back to reading my art book. Then off to lunch, and then to art, where Mrs. K made us clean off the whiteboard :( But! She gave us some wallpaper and is going to let us do a mural on it. We decided to do self portraits... in cosplay! I'll probably be Raven, ha ha. Then we had a fire drill... well, apparently it wasn't a drill, but it sure didn't last long. I love being on pep rally schedule, because I got out of school at 1:24 and went shopping :)

I found a sweater for my Hogwarts outfit... damn, it looks great! So legit! All it needs is Anthony's tie and then I'm awesome. The skirt is seriously too short, like to the point where my ass is almost visible. Hot Witch School Girl? Ha ha, gross. I'm gonna put some tights on. I don't dress like a hooker... that's why we keep Jamie around! Then I worked on my solo outfit, which is my garage sale skirt and my holey Sweeney shirt. I cut the neck a bit and with some safety pins, it'll be hot. Accessories include: fishnet tights and gloves, stud belts, and sharp jewelry. I'm such a badass... NOT.

So I talked to Heather about my Karl dilemma. She seemed pretty cool about it and suggested I talk to him so I stop torturing myself. Damn kid works like, everyday, so I don't know when I could talk to him. I'd have to make it super nonchalant... I mean, he was the one that thought it was cool to give me relationship advice (WHAT THE FRAK?! NO!) and his advice was that if you have feelings for someone, good or bad, you need to tell them. So here's a taste of your own medicine, you assie. But I need to slide into the topic and not just dump it. Damn. Sometimes I hate being young and stuck in the throws of young heartache.

xx And Yesterday I Thought Of You Marz