I haven’t done my homework in ages. I’m afraid I’m turning into Becky, never doing my homework on time.
Today I stayed home from school. I needed the rest.
Last night I was totally stressed about a history test today. It was open book! Oh, well.
All of my feelings look stupid on paper.
I don’t know who I like. There are a couple people I might like. O.K. for one? I’m not sure if I like Z.S. Ana says he says I’m a bitch. He told me Ana was a bitch. Oh, well. I just think he’s an ass. But I like him. Sort of. I don’t know.
Erica says O.K. likes me. I don’t know. He used to flirt with me. Not anymore though. Oh, well.
Do I like O.K.? I don’t think so.
On to a more cheerful subject. If I can find one. Oh, yes Operation Beanbag. I may actually get one. Mom’s exploring other “options.” How can I tell her I don’t want a “chair”?
Chairs are boring. Chairs don’t look good. I wan ta beanbag!!! and a directors chair for my desk.
I’m in a “sign mood.” I am making signs for everything. I even have one for my remote control.
Having a phone’s cool. I can’t wait til I get my own.
Becky’s moving. I geuss I should feel sad, deserted or like I’m losing a piece of me. I don’t.
Yes, you heard me, I don’t. For some reason I don’t. I mean I’m sad and all but I don’t feel like it’s some great loss.
I think I finally have the self-confidence to go on. Except during Art. I feel so out of everything.