09-11-1996

Well, today was fairly uneventful. I'm playing football in P.E., and I'd rather be playing volleyball. I didn't have any time to talk to Johanne today. She was talking to Ms. Prentice today after school. For cheerleading I suspect.
I've just read that "History is Bunk," according to Henry ford. I've been told that Mr. Fry will make a big deal about it.
Hmm, Let's see if History is what is required before a changeling can cast a cantrip. or not. I don't feel like it any more.
I feel depressed. I just talked to Shawna. It was a long conversation compared to our others. Almost a minute. I'm sure she doesn't like me. It would make sense. She figured it out when I gave her the apple, and now she's trying to avoid me. ;;sob;; She never liked me. She probably liked me in 6th grade. ;;sob;; I'm so sad. she said she'd call me back. Yeah Right. Hmm. I could make it direct, by the next time I call her, when she says she'll call me back, I can say: Yeah Right. I can take a hint (or out right rejection). You won't hear from me any more. and hang up. See if she calls back. If not then I'll break down or something. If she does, then, well, I dunno. ;;sob;;
Since she doesn't really like my hair anyway, I might as well shave my head or something.
the 8th grade dance is in 16 days. If we are allowed to go, I want to ask Johanna (Duh!). ::sigh::
She'll probably say no.

I'm falling, but there's noone to grab onto.
The pint-sized pickled prankster
fights for who should get the credit
while visions of the past weep by me
tearing at my soul.
Why me? WHY ME! Why me? WHY ME! why why why?
I'm falling, but there's nothing to grab onto.
The Mirror-Light bulbs dance around my head,
the vision is so awful.
Why did she hate me so?
I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.

::sigh:: Not very good, but it's kind of how I feel.