09-17-1996: Rain, Rain

Rain, Rain on my face. It hasn't stopped raining for days. Rain rain on my soul. It hasn't stopped, I'm losing control.
And if I can't swim after 40 days, losing my last breath on the crashing waves, lift me up so high that I cannot fall. Take me over. -unknown artist
So far, I'm depressed. I realize that I don't have the power to make Johanne like me. At least not with a smile each day. ::sigh::(lunch)
I still have the rain, rain song stuck in my head. I'm depressed. the males in my class are (generally) so immature. Justin and Chris Ahn were asking me which gender I was. I gave them the finger, but I know I shouldn't let it get to me. ::sigh::
I've also realized how bad Ms. Marshall is at teaching music. ::sigh:: I hope this year doesn't suck, but it looks like it's heading in that direction.
Much Later->
Shawna Just called me. She was at Santa Monica for the past 5-6 days. She sounded like she was going to cry when I told her I cut my hair. She wants me to teach her how to play Magic. ::sigh:: I don't know if I can see shawna again w/o falling in love with her again. The wrench was just chucked into the broke clock.
Problems.
I Like Johanne.
I don't think she likes me.
School is hard, boring, and I get too much homework.
Shawna Doesn't hate me.
I am beginning to like Shawna again.
Skip is depressed.
Skip can't afford a makeover.
The girls pretty much think skip is lame and funny to laugh at.
::sigh:: I wanna go see Dr. Hedman.
::sigh::