GRRRRRRRRRRR

I SWEAR if ANYONE ELSE FROM MY HORRIBLE CITY GETS A DIARY I’M JUST GOING TO SCREAM AND YELL AND FLIP OUT! It’s like, on the one hand, I’m so so so glad Aims has a diary, because it makes it easier when friends who are so close can share everything with each other. But on the other hand, I wish that Kim didn’t have a diary. And I wish that Emily (GRR YEAH WHEN DID SHE GET A DIARY?) didn’t have a diary. Kim’s been here before. If she really wanted to she could come and read this all she wanted. And Emily could stumble upon it just as easily. GRR! She’s talking to me right now online. I can’t handle it. I swear I can’t.

Ok so I guess HER orange pants (and what gives a scroph the right to that title again?) are Shaun. Hmm, ok… whatever. First of all, he’s way too good for her, and I don’t even know why I find myself saying that. I used to ADORE Emily, and now I just… get really really annoyed by her. And Shaun… well I used to avoid him as much as possible, but now find myself saying he’s way too good for her?? I dunno. Whatever.

And what’s with Kim? What gives HER the right to not only use the term of orange pants, but to USE AIMEE’S orange pants as her own! She totally doesn’t get it! I feel so bad for Aims. It’s driving me up the wall.

Lauren was in a bad mood today. I think it’s because I was totally shoving the scrophs out of the way at lunch today. I’m sorry, I just can’t deal with them ANYMORE. SO there.

Here’s a sad tidbit. After this week we won’t have marching band. This means concert band. This means my lunch mods change. No more Phil, no more Doug, no more Steve, no more other Steve, no more scrophs (well some of them, shucks darn), no more. It’s sad. It really is.

Another sad tidbit. My sissy still cannot walk. I feel so bad ofr her… poor thing. Dislocated kneecaps are NOT fun.

Ok, depressing tidbit. I have no orange pants. (YES I AM ALLOWED THAT TERM SINCE IT IS LICENSED TO AIMS AND I!!!!!!!) Which is rather depressing, but most likely good for my academics. Although I’m getting increasinly confused about Simon. He’s been very… clingy lately, which is not bad at all, I guess. But anyway, he’s been walking with me to and from the field during band, and after it was announced that Friday night the band is going to the movies, he was like (maybe jokingly?) “Might I escort you to the movie?” (In a British accent of course.) And I replied I would love to, or something like that, equally as ambiguous. But the thing is, although I DID like him, I don’t. Totally. I mean, not more than a friend. So I dunno.

~swept away~

@~>~>-dreamergrrl

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