Awkward:
- The conversation that brought up my overly flirtatious science teacher, and ended with me and Meagan telling our sixth hour teacher how flirtatious he was. Then our teacher saying "well, if it get's out of hand just let me know and I'll take care of it." He may have more power than teachers. And he likes to pretend he's our Dad. It's awesome. Really
- Having to explain how someone is being/ is flirtatious. I just say " you know, they do that thing, and then..."
- not having any clothes to wear, so you just wear the sames ones you did yesterday. No problem, I'll just do laundry um, never.
- When someone is hiding on the other side of the corner and then they jump out at you and almost make you pee your pants. And then realize it's that one boy who has had a crush on you since you were like seven, and just happens to be weird. I just have the worst luck with guys.
- Talking to that boy, previously mentioned, because you are forced to. Small talk, it's my favorite.
-eHarmony commercials. No I don't like talking to people in person, why would I want to talk to them on the internet and then "fall in love with them" , I'm not the most trusting person. I would be to scared to talk to a stranger.
Awesome:
- Dancing down the hall in your socks. It's normal at home but at school it's a different story. I just hate wearing shoes. But mostly I couldn't twirl in my shoes, it was to hard.
- The story I wrote that I just happened to be the Princess in. My dreams came true in that book.
- All the songs that I've recently remembered about. It's awesome
- Math homework. Not.
- Feeding the Elders. We always seem to have the best of times. I guess you would just of had to be there.
-My brother jumping a pile of wood on his dirt bike. It was super cool.
- The fact that my brother happened to bring a friend over to eat Pops this morning, and I decided not ot look cute today, and his friend was soooo good looking.
- There is only one day left till the best day of my life. Now watch them not show up. Wouldn't that be great.
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