Ugh, Mark O., left his house as in packed some clothes, rode his bike and left. I've never seen Mark really, really pissed and it sorta surprised me. He's always been so cool around me, even if I annoy him to death. The only other time I've seen him mad was when Christine cheated on him. But yeah, I can understand how he feels about this long-time problem but I couldn't do anything to convince him not to leave. I hope he found a place to stay , that he is safe or that he goes back home.

But other than that, today was da bomb! I went to school before lunch as usual but hardly one hour had passed before I nearly died of total, utmost boredom. There was nothing to do! As in, nothing. I've ridden the rides. I've stared at CK getting mushy over Isobel until I couldn't take it anymore. What the hell, who can not help staring at him? He looked so damn fine in a cream shirt and wide-leg khaki pants. Angelica told me that the way I stared at him looked like I was about to rape him. Uhh, whatever! I gave Gayle my camera the moment I arrived because she promised to take pictures of CK but barely thirty minutes later she gave it back to me saying that she felt too lazy to take pictures. Damn it! I've got less than two months to ogle over his perfection yet I can't even make the most of it by getting one more picture of him! Life....is....not.....fair.

Anyway....so Angelica, Maricris, Denilou and I were hanging out at the cafeteria, dying of boredom. It was 2 p.m. After saying, "I can't take it. I'm so bored!" for about the millionth time, Angela and Mary Kaye approached our table, which surprised us. I heard from Mary Kaye that she, Angela and some other girls were planning to go to the mall at around one that afternoon. Mary Kaye said that several teachers were guarding the door and no one could get out until 2:30 p.m. Then Angela goes, "I can't take it, I wanna go to the mall real bad. Lauryn, wanna come with us?" I jumped up from my seat and said, "Sure!" I only had like, fifty bucks left in my wallet but what the hell. I was bored! What's fifty bucks? So I said goodbye to my friends real fast and joined Angela and Mary Kaye. Together, the three of us went to the front gate, where a lot of kids were waiting for the clock to turn 2:30 so they could leave.

These two girls, Karen and Rajelyn were supposed to go with us but for some reason, they changed their minds and decided to stay at the fair. Angela tried to convince them to come but they said they'd be fine in school. Whatever. So finally, two-thirty arrived and one of the teachers go, "Okay girls, you can get out now." Everyone let out a big cheer and made a mad rush to get through the itty-bitty gate. The opening was so small, it could only fit one person. But somehow, three people at a time managed to get out. Excitement, I guess. Angela and I kept screaming, "Freedom, freedom, FREEDOM!" once we got out. We didn't care that we looked like morons, we were just so damn happy to be outta there!

I headed home to get money and that's when I talked to Mark for a bit. Then, we headed to Glorietta and canvassed for cellphones. After that, Angela said she wanted to try Dance Revolution and I go, "Sure." There was this sophomore from our school who was also gonna try it and I felt a rush of adrenaline sweep through my body. Finally, an opportunity to show off. The girl went before me and after she did, I was totally speechless. She was tons better than me and I thanked my lucky stars she wasn't around to see me play because I goofed up a lot. Angela said I was really good though. Mary Kaye felt embarassed for me, but then she's always like that. She's a social climber, I think. Brand-clothes and stuff. She's a nice person but she's too worried about what other people think of her. And she keeps regretting a lot of stuff. Angela gave her tons of advice on how to lessen her complaining too much and that sort of stuff. I listened too, because she gave pretty useful advice. I think I complain too much too but no one complains more than Mary Kaye does. Don't get me wrong, she's a good kid. Insecure, but a good kid.

So after Dance Revolution, we ate some salad (Mary Kaye and Angela were on diets) and capped the day off with a neoprint to prove our unplanned gimmick. I look like a moron in it but I always do in neoprints. I'm actually much cuter in real life (well, not that cute).

We rushed back to school and got there five minutes before the school play, Les Miserables started. We were lucky since we were still able to get some good seats. The play? It was pretty good. I was very impressed with everyone's French accents, especially since some of them don't speak English too well. One of the girls in my class, Tracy, played the role of Eponine and she was so damn good. She's in the repertory, that's why. But I can totally relate to the character of Eponine. See, she's in love with Marius but Marius is in love with some chick named Cosette and they're supposed to get married. It's kinda like that for me. I have a crush on CK, CK is going out with Isobel and the two of them act like they're already married. He-Whom-I-Love-Who-Doesn't-Love-Me-Back has his own love life which is okay I guess as long as he is happy. But I don't care or want to hear about it cause it will just break my heart to pieces. I regret some of my immature ways and I wish I was given another chance to correct it. Sigh. Ahh, the story of my life should be made to a broadway play. Anyway, Tracy got the loudest applause, even louder than the girl who played Jean Valjean, the main character. I took tons of pictures of the cast after the play. Maybe I'll scan it if I get around to developing it.

Watching the play really inspired me to push my luck and audition for next year's play. Who knows, maybe I'll get to sing solo or something. That would be really cool.

Congratulations to Derek, who finally got around to giving a rose to his crush. It's about time she knew. Damn, if only it weren't taboo for girls to ask guys out here, I would have showered CK with tulips.

I forgot to mention yesterday that when I talked to Stephen the night before, he told me that a lot of people in his batch knew about me. And they know much more than my name. They know I get 78s in Filipino. How embarassing! See, according to Stephen, it started in the barkada of Yam (Hi Yam, Stephen does not know I have an online journal much less an online life) . Then some outside people knew and they sorta told other people. I'm not so sure about this but that's what he said (blame Stephen). Plus, I complained once to Stephen that I think my grades were really sucky, and I guess he sorta told other people too. It's so weird, only three or four close friends in school know about my sucky grades but more than twenty people in another school who don't even know me (and vice versa) know about my grades.

I need to buy new jeans, I swear. I forgot to say that we went shopping a little this afternoon and I saw a loooooot of wide-legs that looked really cool. But they were all sold in popular stores and I try to avoid buying stuff in popular stores as much as I can. See, when you buy stuff in popular stores, you'll most probably have an identical outfit with someone else. So there's no individuality and uniqueness in there. I really like it when people ask me, "Where'd you get your shirt?" or "Where did you buy your pants?" because it shows that they're a little impressed that I'm not one of those identically dressed people. I wonder where I can get a really, really cool pair of wide legs that no one in my school could ever possibly have.

I'm going to bed. I have to be at Stephen's house at nine. I'm really looking forward to a fun day. Good night.