Today was my second day with what might be my period. Mom say sometimes the vagina gives discharge for the hell of it. Would it do it for two days in a row? When I got home from school I noticed some more and I put on a pantyliner. I swear it feels like there’s a cow between your legs. For some reason I hope its my period. But if it’s not, OK well.
Nothing happening. Block is still my favorite class, because in it I have guy friends and it’s fun to know them.
In Francais I conversed with Mike H. again. He told me to go back to my seat. (again) Emily, I don’t like him! I for one don’t think we’d make a cute couple, like Emily says we would. Sure I’d go out with him if he asked, but for now I don’t like him! The funny part is whenever I see him with Becki or Alyssia, I get insanely jealous like with any other guys in the world. Guess who played basketball w/ us today. Scott! He’s so sweet. At the dance I saw him standing alone, while the other people in the cliche danced. My heart went out to him. I wanted to ask him to dance but I’m gutless. I see him like that alot. A little bit seperate from the rest of the cliche. He must feel horrible.
Last night I had the strangest dream. First Ana took Jeff M’s pencil and sharpened it wrong. Then Andrew C, Andy, Scott and Mike played basketball with it (don’t ask me how) and lost their game. Andrew, who was looking at a list pasted on a door called me over to him. Hoping he might ask me out, I wheeled over to him (for some reason I was in a wheel chair) and asked what he wanted. He started to yell at me, that since I sharpened the pencil wrong (which I didn’t, Ana did). I made him lose their game. Then Alyssia started stabbing me with a piece of clay.
I jumped out of my wheelchair and sprinted towards the pile o clothes were and my shoes and my sweater. I found then as Erica G ran up and together we ran out of the school. As soon as we left the schoo turned into Great America and Ana was standing behind the gate and laughing at us cause we couldn’t get back in. Erica and I tried to grab a trolly car, but there wasn’t one so we started to walk down the old, western street. Then my alarm woke me up.
Great dream, huh? I wonder what it means.
How do people see me? When I come near do people say Oh, no here comes Jennifer” or “Oh great, there’s Jennifer, let’s go talk to her? I wonder. I wish somebody would answer my questions (hint, hint)