I felt so much better after writing yesterday's entry. See, after I wrote it, Annie called and we talked for quite a long time which made me feel better. Then Nikki called, we talked for a while too, which made me feel happier. Then Stephen called, and we talked for an hour about what we would do on Saturday and you know, FF8. Random stuff. When I was talking to him last night, the possibility of him having a crush on me instantly went away. It was just like talking to another friend. And even if it were true, I wouldn't be acting aloof or something around him. That would ruin the friendship more. I just hope he won't be possessive and prevent me from making friends with his classmates. Anyway, I felt a tad better after all those phone calls. The guy who invented the telephone should be canonized a saint or something.

Today was really fun. I went to school after lunch because Annie and I planned to meet up at that time. I didn't know you could go in the school fair at noon so I was really happy. I felt real cheerful when I woke up this morning and I stayed that way until I found out that the baggy pants I planned to wear was missing. It pissed me off, so I had to wear something else. Nevertheless, my bad mood wore off quite easily and I was smiling when I went to school. Annie wasn't at our meeting place when I got there and I didn't feel like waiting so I went inside and saw Angelica and--whoo hoo--Michelle. They didn't have rehearsals today; they'll have them tomorrow instead. It was good to see her because she spared me from all my friends' crush talk. And she told me she would give me a surprise after the cheering competition, so I was really excited. After eating lunch, we headed to the quad where the cheering competition would be held.

Guess what? The freshmen won third place in the cheering competition! Okay, so it's third place, big deal. But we freshmen have always been fourth place in all competitions, so this is a major accomplishment. The seniors won second and the juniors won first. Serves the sophomores right for accusing the other batches of stealing their cheers. But I sort of feel sorry for them. See, it was raining during the contest proper and the sophomores were the last batch to perform. By then, the field was really muddy and when they were done performing, they were the dirtiest people around. There were lots of mud and grass stuck to their legs and they looked really defeated. Oh well, now they know how we freshmen feel whenever we lose to something.

Angelica, Maricris and Denilou wanted to go "crush-hunting" after the competition. I was about to prepare myself for total boredom when Michelle said, "Hey Lauryn, come with me to my locker, willya? I'll give you your surprise there." Guess what she gave me: CK's brown Adidas beret. Shallow stuff, but I went really crazy when I saw it. I kept jumping up and down and hugging Michelle and screaming, "CK, CK, CK, CK!" Fortunately, no one but Michelle was there to witness me going wild. But any girl in my place would feel very happy too. I mean, I had CK's beret! I asked her how she was able to get it and she told me that she needed to wear a beret for the yesterday's matinee performance but didn't have one. She and this senior girl were looking for people who could lend them berets when they spotted CK and Isobel. They were acting like, you know, like two people going out with each other. Anyway, both of them were wearing berets; CK the brown one he always wears and Isobel a black one. The senior girl said, "Hey you two, mind lending us your berets? We need it for the play." Since Isobel is a friend of the senior girl, she removed her beret and gave it to her and made CK give his to Michelle. I hate wearing hats but I wore his beret for the rest of the day.

Ugh, I really need to have my bangs cut. They're already falling all over my eyes. I'd better have it cut before Saturday; I don't wanna look like a moron with overgrown bangs in front of Stephen's friends.

I know how it feels to cry at school. Crying in school is really sucky and embarassing. I cried several times in the seventh grade and once in my freshman year, when I failed my English exam. I wanted to damn stop but the tears just kept flowing. A lot of the girls comforted me and told me encouraging stuff which helped. So I guess that time wasn't really embarassing. Still, I hate crying in front of friends, no matter how close they are to me. It's just....embarassing. And it's twice as hard for me since I cry when I'm angry. It's automatic. Whenever I get that annoyed feeling, tears begin to blur my vision. I hate it. But I guess it's okay for you to cry just so you could let out your emotions a little. It's not a good idea to keep them in for too long cause you'll just suddenly lose it and when you do, it will be twice as sucky as crying in school. So that's the positive way of looking at it . The negative thing is to look like a moron , crying for every little thing which is something I never do. But, I'm glad you are feeling better now and everything turned out well .

I plan to go to the school fair before lunch. Before I go to bed, I think I'll play a little Final Fantasy VIII .