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Well, the date I mentioned a few weeks ago fell through. I'm pretty sure the guy has a girlfriend too, at least if holding hands and kissing are any indication.

Here is where being a halfway normal teenage girl would definitely come in handy.

Psycho Editor

So. I'm putting together my school newspaper right now, which is a deceptively smooth process when looked at from the outside. However, when you're in the middle of it, running around, taking pictures, yelling at people who didn't finish their articles.... well, let's just say you perfect your Aggressive Walk of Doom pretty quickly.

Annoying Incident of the Day:

A girl was supposed to write a spotlight piece on a teacher at our school who's doing a "Fundamentals of Aviation" class after school. She told me last week that she had written it and put it on the journalism server. Then she told me three different folders she thought it was in; it wasn't in any of them. She claimed to have written it, still, and that it was on her USB drive. Which was conveniently stolen. I found out today that she didn't even interview the teacher. The sad thing is that I can't write this off as freshman stupidity, as she's been on this paper for two years. She knows that all articles in all states of the writing process go on the server. And where they go on the server (New Articles is a pretty logical title, no?).

Grrrr...

Warm Fuzzies and Cool Breezes

Today I was asked on a date with a boy for the first time in almost three years. Given, he's younger than me and so I'll have to drive, but still. It's a date. I'd almost given up hope that I was attractive to the male gender in general. Tennis practice was unusually giggly today.

And yet...

Different boy than the one I was planning to ask to prom. I'm not sure how the one I was intending to ask will take me going on a date with another boy.

I cannot believe I am actually debating what to do in a case where two different boys are actually viable options.

Friends Who Want To Die.

To all those friends and/or random people I know who feel they need to die:

1. You do NOT need to die. Trust me. I've felt the same way at several points in time. Yesterday afternoon while I was driving being a case in point.

2. You are not a waste of space. In the least. You have made a contribution to the world, whether it's a masterpiece, or having over a hundred followers on YouTube, or even just giving a sixteen-year-old girl a new insight into the world of music. And that's only what you've done for me. There are six BILLION other people on this planet. You've made at least some of their lives better. Wastes of space don't make life better; therefore, since you have improved people's lives, you are not a waste of space.

Give life another shot, keep your chin up, and don't forget that you have people who would cry really hard if anything happened.

Who Am I Kidding?

If he wanted to be here, he would be. If he had any inclination at all toward fulfilling his duties, maybe I could forgive him. But no. He has no custody and even less responsibility.

I mean, I'm carrying the guy's genes. You'd think he could give a crap.

Sometimes my eyes can't roll back far enough.

No, Mom, I do not want to ask your husband to cut this little stick for my latest cross-stitch project in half for me. Nor do I want to ask him to show me how to change the oil in my car.

That's what children's scissors and guy friends are for.

(P.S. - Would anybody be interested in a very cheesy cross-stitch banner? I've finished at least three of the things in the last two days.)

Any Day Now

Sitting in the darkness
Listening to music of the living just beyond that wall.
We yearn to break out,
Rejoin the people who have no idea how lost we are.
Maybe a cement mixer would work.