23.2.07

I wanted to break myself in the worst way when I met you

Thursday, late start. Rain was forecasted, looks like a gloomy day. School passed by quickly as always. In English, we almost finished watching Frankenstein. Lifestyles, interesting as always. But that class always makes me heavy with thoughts. Since the topic is on different lifestyles, like single and married life, my mind wanders. Just started imagining and wondering what it would be like. It's those thoughts where you just can't help but smile because it seems like it would be so good, but then you feel bad because you know it'll probably never happen. But moving on, Design was a breeze, worked on our drawings. I'm glad I'm almost done, I think. Physics was boring again. All we did was work on problems. Bleh, I need a book for that class, since mine was stolen. Ugh. I walked out of physics, and no real signs of heavy rain. Light drizzles, so I go to my car and drive to the tennis courts. It seemed like it was planned or something, but as I got closer and closer to the courts, it started raining harder and harder. So we had to drive back to school for chalk talk. Our tennis uniforms are ginormous. The small shirts are like a large. I guess I have to be a ganster tennis baller. After, I went to Burger King with Luis and Andrew Hu. Luis treated me since I had no money. Then we sat there for a while talking. And then I fell asleep against the window, a few times. They kind of laughed at me. But it was cool. I went back home, ate, watched TV, the usual night routine. I still don't know if I am grounded, or if I'm even grounded for that matter. My parents don't really tell me anything. It's like nothing happened at all, but I'm not really complaining. But I think I better lay low for a little. March is approaching, which means acceptance letters will be mailed. I'm scared to death of not getting accepted anywhere. Oh well I guess I'll have to wait more. Tomorrow's Friday, but I think I'll just stay home. I need a break maybe. Sigh, if only life were easier.

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