Hmm. I believe, after much pondering, that I'm in love. But who knows whether it be love or an intense crush? It'd be nice to know, I'll tell you that much.
And I'm wavering between Cherokee Trail and Smoky Hill. I dunno. At CTHS, I could be editor of the newspaper. But I don't think I want to be in newspaper at all. I'd have to put up with Calahan for at least the rest of the year, and maybe until I graduate. At Smoky I might get lost in all the people; but I want
to be, damnit. I could take Japanese at Smoky, be with my friends (and Tom), I'd have someone to sit with at lunch, and I'd have friends who were actually in my grade. Having only freshmen as friends is damn annoying, and lonely. I wouldn't be a freak for taking World Civ as a soph, I would be able to take classes I want to next year (like Applied Communications and Child Devlopment and Psych and Sociology), I could take AP classes.
I could be happy
, damn it.
And now, a song from me to Tom (my crush/love/what?, in case you haven't guessed). It's by Rushlow.( Collapse )