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Date: January 20, 2000 Time: 5:46 p.m. Title: We could share a Storybook Romance Mood: loved Quote: "If you are cold at night, let the promise of my love cover you like a warm blanket." - Matthew White My dad says that if my Pilipino increases to 80 this quarter, he'll give me a 5110. Whoo-hoo! I wish report cards would be given out this week or something, I need that cell phone. I got so much text messages in my cell when I got home that my mailbox was literally overflowing. All of them were from either Matt or Stephen; they thought I brought my phone to school, which is why they'd been texting me all day. This was my first time to be able to 'talk' to Matt, which is why I was kinda excited. He turned out to be a real nice guy. I didn't think he would be cause he keeps giving the finger in a lot if his neoprints. I can't wait till Stephen's party on February cause Matt's gonna be there. School was okay too. We didn't have two of our classes cause the school let us have cheerleading rehearsal. I was able to chill with Michelle and Angelica cause Angela was rehearsing the pep squad, not the cheerleaders. Cheerleaders rehearse on Saturdays. Nikki's been absent this entire week so when I called her up and said that I was a cheerleader, she found it so totally hard to believe. I find me being a cheerleader still kinda hard to believe myself. But it's not permanent or anything like that. I'm only a cheerleader cause of this cheerleading exhibitions-whatever contest my school is holding, and I wanted to feel what being a cheerleader is like (I wanted to get a hold of one of those cute costumes too). So don't think that I turned snobby overnight or anything like that cause of the cheerleader stereotype ya'll must have. I'll still wear jeans afterwards; bash me in the head if I don't. Sometimes I wish that the TV would just blow up or something. I wouldn't be able to play games in my PlayStation but who cares? It's my sister that's being sooooo addicted to the TV. I was chilling with my friends this afternoon after school, catching up on the latest news because I belong in another section so I'm always last to know. I was being, you know, poised and everything cause CK was there (whoo hoo!) when I hear someone call me really loud. No need for me to turn around and see who the caller is; I was 200% sure it was my sister. Who else would have a voice as loud as hers? I pretend not to hear my name being called (hah, as if) and continued laughing at this funny story Kristel was telling me. A few minutes later, my sister comes stomping towards where me and my friends were sitting, at the front steps of the school. She looked like a deranged drug addict who needed some coke badly, except her pupils weren't dilated. As a matter of fact, she is a deranged drug addict. Her drugs are the TV and her favorite anime shows. So without even using my psychic powers to guess what she wanted from me, I knew that she wanted to get the hell home and watch whatever anime is showing on TV. I was right. But do you know what she did? See, I was still wearing my backpack cause I felt too lazy to take it off, and my sister tried to drag me away by getting a hold on my backpack. Shit, how embarassing. Couldn't she just have said, "Hey, hurry the hell up, I wanna go home and watch my anime!" Plus, nobody touches my backpack without my fricking permission. It's sacred. Anyway, my sister was nagging me to get in the fricking car so much that I hardly had any time to say goodbye to my friends. Plus, I yelled "F***!" really loud when I felt her yank my pack cause I wasn't expecting that. I try to avoid saying it cause I think it makes me sound like a slut but that stupid bitch really, really surprised me so I couldn't help it. God, I hope CK didn't see/hear any of this. My friends looked like they were a bit sorry for me as she tried to drag me to the car, and who could blame them? I'm being dominated by my sister and I have to follow cause she's way taller than I am. I wish my parents would give her a portable TV or something so she'd stop nagging all of us about watching her anime. Guess what, I'm not gonna go out tonight despite the fact that all my friends have no school. Stephen's gonna lie to his mom that there's gonna be school tomorrow so she won't make him go places with him tomorrow. So I can't go to his place cause he's not supposed to have visitors on "school days". Alex is sick, I don't wanna bug her and I dunno Chris's phone number. So I'll just spend the night playing FF8. Anyway, tomorrow, we'll probably go to Michelle's place (not the Michelle in school), do Dance Revolution then jump in the pool with our clothes on again. And this time I'm bringing my cell phone. Mark removed a recent cute photo of himself from his journal . His friend, Beau made fun of his hair and other stuff which pissed Mark off. That really sucked. When I first saw the photo below his entry, I thought it was some actor's photo one always adds. But Mark right away told me it was him. And I was like "wow, is it really you, Mark?" He looked totally cute. He has soulful eyes and an innocent face you wouldn't dare slap. He doesn't look 17 years old at all. He looks like he's only 14 years old. I know I'll sound like some of those flirty girls around him but he looked really HOT ! But of course , Mark knows me. hehe. Too bad he removed it and won't show it to anyone else. I think love songs/50's-style "romantic" poetry really suck cause I think they're corny and shallow. What is it with love that make people corny and shallow anyway? Once, when I was still gaga over Whatshisname, I showed Dyancel a poem I wrote about me and him and she said, "It sounds corny." I was crushed. I spent hours working on that poem and all she can say is, "It sounds corny." Now that I'm over Whatshisname, I look back at the "poetry" I made about him and me and thought, "Dyancel's right. It is corny. I totally went nine miles to Cheeseville, and I can't believe I actually liked the stuff I wrote!" When I still liked him, I could've sworn I'd died whenever he'd smile at me. Now I can't even remember his name. Love (crushing) is so warped, I swear. Michelle's totally in love with this guy called JC and today, she was actually listening to Mariah's album #1's, and is like, "I love the song Sweetheart! It's so nice, and I can totally relate with my feelings for JC." Whatever! But I suppose a broken heart is better than unrequited love. At least, with a broken heart, you got to experience being loved but when you've got unrequited love, you don't get to experience it at all. You alone feel the pain. But I can't really say cause I've never gone out with anyone (Peter doesn't count) but I get unrequited love all the time and it really sucks. Loving with all I've got as a thirteen year old is something big and real but I don't know if it will last forever if unreturned. Maybe as time passes by and with a new-found love, this love will stop growing and die naturally. But for now, let me be true to myself. If you'll excuse me, I gotta sleep. dont have to be apart for so long. If we're in each others dreams, we can be together all the time. " - Hobbes <<< ~ sign ~ archives ~ >>>
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