BLEHHHH
I feel...stale...stagnant...stoic?
Yay, alliteration! No.


I'm oddly excited for school tomorrow. Although I am SO, SO, SO scared for the critique in art. I just finished my 2 pieces, and one of them got screwed up because I decided to paint something I wasn't supposed to, and then I gessoed over it, and now it's just one big mess. Oh well! Perhaps it was a good accident.


I haven't written in a while. So here's what's been going on since I was last sighted.

- I have a mini-crush Mystery Hallway Boy. I don't know anything about him except that he's so cute in that mysterious, shadowy way. He's a lone wolf. There's something very appealing about that.

- I have taken a break from my movie script. I've got about a scene or two left but I'm at that point where nothing's happening.

- I wrote a short story for Chrysalis, and am writing another one. Short story A is about a girl who admires a boy from afar (ahem, based on a, ahem, true situation) and short story B is about a man who is driven insane by his fame and glamorous life and burns himself to death by setting fire to his money in the hotel room where he's staying. Harsh, yes. "Deep" message, I hope so.

SO ANYWAY.

It bothers me when I can tell someone is being snarkastic with me and I can't say anything about it. What if they really aren't being snarkastic and it's me being paranoid? Bleh!

SO ANYWAY #2.

Lo Guapo escaped me once more.
Lo Guapo being the guy I liked. Or maybe I thought I liked.
Every once in a while there comes along a guy whom I think I may like, but later I realize he's just filling some kind of void. He didn't mean anything to me, not really. And then I realize he has faults. Lo Guapo's being that he treats girls like...if the shoes fit, wear them. The girl Lo Guapo likes has to match his stupid style. It's a girl a week, a girl a month. If she suits his style, his mood, she's okay. When he's feelin' saaad, he picks the girl with the heavy eye makeup and black clothes. When he's happeh, maybe the girl who thinks she's a neu-hippie. And he actually thinks he can choose between girls he likes, as if he's some kind of prince. What did I ever see in him? Sure, he's attractive. But he's brainless. Brain full of air. No substance. Probably doesn't even write his own poems.

Or maybe that's just an ego I made up for him. Who knows.

Maybe Mystery Hallway Boy is different.
Maybe he's not like all these other boys; like Lo Guapo.
I hope.


WELL, THE END.

OH, p.s. I do not miss 9th grade any more. Sayonara!