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[May. 21st, 2006|07:43 pm] |
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I'm back.
There isn't much to say, really. I took so long to choose between Will and Bosie that in the end, I just chose nether of them.
I haven't even talked to them in months. Them, or anyone else...it's like I've been a shut-in or something. (But I haven't. I swear I haven't...that much)
Anyway, I'm back now.
Anyone want to hang out? |
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[Jul. 6th, 2005|08:43 pm] |
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I haven't been around much, basically because I have been hiding from mostly everyone.
I just cannot, cannot decide between Will and Bosie, so I suppose that I have chosen neither and thus decided to avoid both of them.
I don't think I used to be this immature. Is it possible to actually as more juvenile as one gets older, because I think that is what has happened to me.
Also, has anyone seen or talked to Bill? I'm a bit concerned that he seems to have dropped off the face of the planet even more than I have which is not like him at all.
It's odd that he's the only one I can really talk to. Perhaps I just get along better with evil prats than normal people. I do wonder what that says about me, though. |
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[Jun. 21st, 2005|09:25 am] |
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What is it with people? I feel like I'm caught in the middle of a bad soap-opera. I don't do love triangles. I can barely even handle dealing with one person, let alone two.
The next time I meet someone, I'm going to make them promise not to fall in love with me.
God, that sounded pretentious, but it really is true! I don't understand why people keep falling in love with me anyway, I'm not that great, I swear.
The only person who doesn't seem to be professing his love to me is Shakespeare and thats only because he's probably emotionally dead inside. Though at the moment, that is somewhat of a relief. I can handle people using me, but people falling in love with me? Not so much. |
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[Jun. 20th, 2005|02:54 pm] |
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Oh, dear...well, I'm not quite sure if this is good news or bad news, but it seems as if Bosie is changing schools, and there seems to be a very good possibility that he's coming here.
I suppose it should be interesting at the very least. |
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[Jun. 16th, 2005|10:36 pm] |
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I really see no point in making an entry, as I have nothing to say but I've nothing else to do at the moment, and it was either this or stare at my ceiling, so, invariably, this won.
The dance was...well, a dance really. There isn't much to be said on it, it was just okay and beside that, I've done noting but school work and talking to Bosie on the phone. I shudder to think how high the phone bill will be, but it's hardly my fault, it's not as if I really know anyone here...well, there's William, but he's been...busy. He hasn't talked to me since the dance, I'm quite sure I did something wrong, but I know not what it is.
Also, it has come to my attention that certain people have been spreading rumors about me that I'm, er, a bit slutty. Which I suppose I am...was at my last school, though I still think it's rather rude of people. I've done nothing lately to encourage any such rumor.
I don't even care. This whole school is bloody stupid anyway.
I wonder if Will's mad at me. |
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[May. 30th, 2005|11:36 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | placebo--20th century boy | ] |
Oh dear, it does seem as if I've come to this school a bit late. People are already well into the semester and I'm just starting!
I do hope this new school has some sort of GLBT group, or at least some interesting clubs, the only one I've heard of so far is the newspaper (well, besides the requisite sports teams, though it'll be a cold day in hell when I join any of those.)
I suppose I should post my schedule for reference purposes at least:
Block One: English
Block Two: French
Block Three: Math
Lunch
Block Four: CALM
Block Five: Creative Writing
Block Six: Biology
My schedule isn't too horribly bad, I suppose, at least I'm sure I'll enjoy French and creative writing.
I should probably be getting to bed, though maybe I'll give Bosie a call first and see how he's getting along without me. |
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