It is now four thirteen.
Today has been a day full of red anticipation, pink excitement, and thirty seconds of sadness.
To start with the red and pink:
We went to Azteca today as a reward for our lengthy study of the language of Spanish. You know everyone chose Spanish for this one day. It was tons of fun- me and amber and amelia and jimmy all hung out the whole time. But the sidewalk was far too skinny- Amber and Jimmy in front- me and Amelia in the back. We got there and talked for about half and hour and we ordered our food, talked some more and waited once more, and then we recieved our drinks. Talk-wait-talk- then we got our food. Talk-eat-talk-eat- Halfway through, we are given our desserts. Me and Amber shared Sopapillas, it was pretty good- if only gringos did not produce this.
On the way back it started to sprinkle. Me and jimmy in front-Amber Amelia in the back. Then Amber and Jimmy in front, me and Amelia in back, and then for the rest of the trip- Me and Amber in the back, Amelia and Jimmy in front. We got back to school at the designated time, and me and jimmy left our bags in phimister's space before we left. We got back and then that was about it. I had to do this quiz thing for phimisters. I finished it, and then we did DBQs!
I got home and it was raining. Rain is supposed to be a bad omen, and yet I find my feelings for rain nothing but sparkly mango-pink.
I told Amelia, Amber, and Jimmy all about my syn. They all found it interesting. I actually went into detail about it. They all found it fascinating. I don't think Jimmy believes me.
It amazes me how the people I expect to believe me- the people who mean alot to me- think I am making this up. How can people be so ignorant? I am not being silly. I am not trying to get attention. I am not trying to be different. At least I know who I can trust and who I can't- The people who believe me and find it somewhat interesting.
.. I get home and I talk to Amber online and then allie. It turns out, Amber, Megan Markle, Jimmy, James and John are all having this confirmation party. I felt bad because I wasn't invited. I feel so childish. I don't want to go into detail, really..
Thank god it is the weekend. I wouldn't be able to live if it were Thursday.
Friendship doubts, purple pouts
oh, how this day is supposed to go
It should be a simple tune that makes you go to and fro
it shouldn't be this depressing balad of jealousy and immune defieciencies
Well, let's put it this way: it's harder than these realities.
I admit this: I like him and I have been
It's near the ends and I am not planning on wasting these eighteen
on worrying and hurrying
tip-tip-tap-click-tap-tap
I'm not enthusiastic in this new clap
that makes up this brand new fake rap
of teen angst
and with everything in transit
it doesn't help these fingers sit
on these letters to make up words of former meaning
to do this part of my routine after I come home and start demeaning
everything that happened today,
hoping that it will be somewhat a different path or way
on the day of the satur
and the week of no matter
Gosh. I'm depressed.
Not really, but I am so bad at coming up with clever rhymes that take up your time.
At least it reveals something.
It always does.
Oh, I love you. 5763.