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Life rolls on square wheels
Halo (11:04:16 PM): if neither of us have a bf/gf before we graduate, do you think we could get together or fool around? lol NO. NO. NO. *Hugs self* I love the boy, but noooo. Just yesterday Missy told him that she just wanted to be friends. So, what, he's already back for me? I don't want him, I want Metaphor. And I can't have Metaphor. (Though I am very happy that our friendship seems to be doing a little better than it had been. I'm surprised he can stand me and my predisposition to dumbassiness.) It's kind of bothering me that I'm starting to wonder about how he keeps wording things. I really thought for a while on the choir trip that he might... but whatever... oh I don't know. Everything seems so much closer on school trips, I've noticed. There's tons of drama, sure, but for a few days people you don't talk to entirely that often become best friends... and then you get home and it goes back to normal and everyone forgets all the drama that occurred. Nice in some ways, lousy in others. I checked the file information on my mp3 player Severus, and apparently I played Closer 19 times during the three-day choir trip. That would be a few times every time we got on the bus.... Adam bashed my nose into his knee at the very end of karate, fifteen minutes before the concert. It hurt so bad that the instant he did it my eyes started watering and I ran off to get ready much sooner than I'd planned. I guess maybe he's mad that even though he's two months my senior in rank, Sah Bum Nim keeps making him my junior... ha, I deserved a hard bash in the nose anyway. Pain tells you you're alive. That's what Sah Bum Nim said at the very beginning of class. Pain tells you you're alive. Well, I'm most certainly alive, then, right? Every cloud of doubt has some kind of silver lining. (Silver linings remind me of squirrels, because some of them have brown fur tipped in silver, so straight-on you only see brown but their edges are a permanent silver halo....) Oh, and here's a nice piece of imagery to kick around (it's what inspired the piece I'm working on): I'm not tired at all, but it's too late to work on the story. Mmmm. There's always something to do. Laundry, crunches, homework. -Adrienne
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