Maybe I'm just having a bad couple of days, but I hate about everybody lately. Ms. Basham really pisses me off, cause the band (or at least the drumline) sucks, and it's her fault. If she had never showed up, J.D. would still be here, and things would be killer.
I don't understand why things have to go the way they go... I wish everybody would just be cool about stuff. Make intellegent decisions about what is and isn't their business, figure out what they want/need, and go for it, and just be cool. But no, everything has to be painful and complicated.
I hate that I can never write down what I meant to write down.
Maybe people do listen to me, like she said. I came home and accounted for every bit of lost time, and did it so well that Daddy only bitched a little cause I worried him.
Tonight was different, and strange. But that's ok, cause you learn from things that are different and strange. I wanna know what Danielle knows that I don't.
Everyone thinks I'm sorry for flirting with Goose, and they're probably right. But I have a slight, superficial crush on Goose (you gotta admit she's cute), and if Danielle is flirting with her, and swears it doesn't bother her, I can scarcely help but flirt with her a little too. But I'm not stupid. I know what I've got. It's great, and I would never give it up just to crack Goose.
They say I'm crazy, but it takes all my time I'd say life's been good to me so far....
