A Summary of the Little Things

So now I'm going to tell you about what's going on in every aspect of my life except one. Can you guess what that one is? It's really not hard. It's the one thing I hate and love to talk about.
Oh, we're playing a game in Bio. Brb to tell you about what's up!
Well it turns out I didn't get a chance to come back to this until after lunch and journalism, in advisory, where I am now. The bio game lasted until the bell and then I had to take a math test and then I was eating lunch and retrieving cake and other stuff, and then I had to go to journalism where we had a fun and constructive class all period and so now I'm sitting in advisory all by myself and I have nothing to do except homework.
So my slap shot still sucks like crap, but my stickhandling is tons better and I'm very good at skating. I've actually been getting a lot of compliments on it. My wrist shot is slowly improving after a quick jump, which is beginning to be disheartening. I'm a pretty good hitter, too.
As far as homework, it's not real fun but I'm starting to get the hang of just doing it. I failed a couple of binder challenges, but it's okay because I'll make up for them.
My art is okay. I haven't drawn for a while but I haven't gotten too much worse than I used to be so I think I'm still on track.
My mom and I keep forgetting to do the guitar lessons so I'm just going to end up teaching myself one of these days. I'm getting a lot better at making creative jewelry, and I think my photography skills will improve if I can get my hands on a camera for journalism. Then again, that might not be likely because the last time I tried that, I ended up forgetting and she gave it to someone else. But for the Fine Arts Day at our local college, I think I've got a pretty good chance because I'm one of the few people from the journalism class who are actually going to that.
I'm super bored. The teacher in charge of advisory, Ms. S, is super mean today and usually. She's a pretty good history teacher and almost makes it seem funny, but it's messed up because outside of class she's pretty much just mean. Then again, it's how I would probably end up if I ever became a teacher.
And now she took away the music I had on my laptop. I can hear Dawson laughing and telling someone "Ssh in a very quiet whisper. I wish I could see Prince Caspian right now, but I think he's somewhere behind me. He's on the other side of the teacher, so even if he did want to look at me casually he wouldn't be able to...Oh hurray he walked past and happened to look in my direction while smiling! I can pretend he was smiling at me!
I might as well just talk about him anyway because the only people who read this blog already know about him. He's cute in a major way. He's got long curly dark hair and...and I'm just going to start talking about how good-looking he is, so never mind. That's not the only reason I like him. He's also kind of friendly, but he's shy. He's a little bit of a mystery because he hangs out with people from both the social, more popular guy group, and other kids who barely talk. And we're pretty sure that his family is sort of rich, but he doesn't go on the computer hardly at all except for this laptop. Doesn't have an email, doesn't have a myspace or a blog. Poor kid. Technology is awesome.
I can't think of much else to say...I'm lamenting about kicking him in the shin just because he stood on my computer cord. I bet if he wastes any brain space on me, it's probably something like "How come she's so mean sometimes? But she gave me gum...Is she really mean or nice?"
Okay, so it definietly wouldn't sound like that. But that would basically be his thoughts. Yes, I usually smile at him when possible and other stuffs like that, but I've also not only kicked him in the shins but insulted him a little (in a teasing manner) and told him he was annoying me (although I took that back later).
So basically, it sounds like I should be able to get up the courage to tell him I like him in one month, minimum. Probably longer. And it's really nice to have a small school because he knows who I am and all my friends and it doesn't seem too weird for me to hang out at his table occasionally because I have two friends over there. However, there's one problem...
HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND.
This doesn't matter to me as much as it should. It wouldn't bother me to tell him I like him before he and his girlfriend break up (and I know they will, even though I've never seen her). After all, if I liked two guys and was going out with one, I wouldn't mind if the other one told him he liked me. I'd tell him I was going out with the other dude and that I liked him, too, but I wasn't going to cheat or break up, at the moment.
Okay, if you waded through all that, then you should be up to date on my current overdramatic dilemma. I'll end up telling him sooner or later because I'd rather have him know and get it over with. At the same time, I want to put it off because
Hurray, eye contact three times in a row. I think that's good...or bad. Depending on your point of view.
What I was going to say was that I know that high school relationships don't last that long and I don't want to totally ruin it too soon. I know how hard it is to have an ex that you still care about and have to see him at school every day. I guess the song for that would be that one...oh what's it called...whatever. The chorus goes "What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you/What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're okay/I'm falling to pieces/Cuz when a heart breaks, it doesn't break even."
I guess the song from me toPrince Caspian would be "Boys With Girlfriends" by Meiko. If you have never listened to Meiko you'd better right now. I recommend not only the above song but also "Under My Bed".
I'm super sleepy now and trying to stay awake. I seriously could fall asleep if they'd let me. I mean, it's perfectly quiet enough. It's warm but with a nice cool draft from the air conditioner somewhere around here. And knowing that Prince Caspian and my friends are nearby makes me feel all safe and warm inside. Plus I'm tired.
I am remembering the fruit roll inside my backpack. I'm also hungry all of a sudden, but I know we
We aren't allowed to eat in here. Sorry. I was signing a card for Mr. H's birthday and when I started typing again I didn't feel like just starting again from the same place.
Whatever...this is going to be like my longest post. I have nothing to do in here now that she's taken away my music and my food and my friends are all the way across the room and we aren't allowed to talk anyway. I could glance at Prince Caspian, but I don't wanna stare cuz that's creepy and anyways he probably doesn't give a shit. So back to where I started...I have NOTHING to do.
Oh yeah...homework.