Today:

8am-woke up. HAD to get up because mom had to go to dentist to have mouth surgery. (yeah.)
8.50am-left with brad. we got coffee. i swerved and coffee spilled on him. i laughed
9.10am-brad to school
9.20am-barely make it to class in time. web design
10.10am-tried to log on here, but wasnt able to from stupid mac comp at school.
10.37am-web design ends.
10.46am-nate texts me
11.00am-history is boring so i invite nick to our table.
11.33am-nate texts me
11.51am-nate texts me
12.00am-lunch.
12.30am-spanish rather than guided study
12.50am-to subway
1.32pm-back JUST in time
2.42pm-schools out!
2.50pm-drive taylor and cassie home
3.00pm-call pearl
4.15pm-brad to piano
5.00pm-p/u brad
5.30pm-town with pearl
6.00pm-return stuff to alex. ew
6.10pm-where to eat?
6.20pm-ihop!
6.50pm-how would you like your eggs?
7.30pm-b&n
8.00pm-found hairstyle i want
8.35pm-home JUST in time
9.00pm-shower
10.00pm-i think i love nate
10.10pm-i must blog that fact, but i should make it seem like im not just talking baout him so ill write a long list of pointless things i did today

other than that…
pearl pissed me off today. i fell in love (i think) with nate. thats pretty much it

All I can think to write about is…the boy.

Is that pathetic? Seeing as he doesn’t like me. Oh, but I like him. He’s amazing.

So, a recap of today:
Woke up, got coffee, Scotty tripped on chair, can I take his shift?, Dan was sad, Callie made comics about Mackenzie, went to Starbucks with Iman, went to Spanish with Christina instead of Guided Study, went to 2 lunches, met some kid, found out my GPA (2.7 Ugh), came home, am definitely taking Scotty’s shift, commented Pearls pics, OMG This Providence has a show, waiting for a text from the boy and doing this.

Not too intriguing, I’ll admit. But it’s my day. And all I can think about is: the boy. Have I even written (or typed) his name? Why do I like him if he doesn’t like me!?!? I should be able to find out that he doesn’t like me and have all my feelings for him dropped, right? I wish. I want him so bad. But I suppose being his friend is good too. I’d rather be his friend than his nothing. Although it kind of sends a false sense of hope. Why can’t he just be a jerk!? UGH This is ghey to the tenth power times 3. D’accord?