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Valentine's Day and the first of the Sports Nights. Both yesterday.
I'd be correct in saying that the former, although I tend to forget during the year that follows, blows. I always expect some exhilirating, mind-altering high to last me throughout the day -- accompanied by some candy and flowers. But lucky me, my Valentine is hundreds of miles away. No better that I won't be hearing Josh's voice for the next month. And when I can speak to him again, I won't be available -- thank you Class Night and Spring Track. Amanda got a rose from a secret admirer yesterday. Does it ever end? The girl has this magical swan-like transformation in eighth grade, she fucking models, and gets attention from anybody -- not even counting those she demands it from. This day just kinda serves to show me how much I don't count in this school. I didn't even get things from friends.
I was in the Small gym for the volleyball games after school. The freshmen were awesome, and even though I hate that class, I found myself cheering for them -- just because they were up again the juniors, and were expected to lose. And, in some ways, I think I hate the juniors more (minus Jared, etc. =]) The sophomores, naturally -- just because we suck at life -- were deplorableeeeeeee. Yes, my cheer through most of the sophomore/senior games were "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" or "Shit, shit, shit!" Obstacles and relays are today, along with whatever else, but I'm in the two just mentioned. Pretty funny, huh, Kaneesha -- who is so noticeably anti-LHS and her grade -- participating in something like this? It's the apocalypse.
Good news, though. I'm going to the Adelphi Journalism Day on March 11. Normally, it'd just be another nerd convention day, but SARAH will be there. Sarah, from CTYcarlisle03, from my Law & Politics class, from my hall! Sarah, who quite possibly was one of my best and supportive (female) friends that summer, and lives in Oyster Bay. Despite that nearby-ness, though, I haven't seen her in a full year & a half. My luck, I guess.
And. Um, I'm really hungry. And I hate Public Speaking, because it is taking years off of my life. And I wish I could just quit. Whatever, it's pass/fail, right? I'll bullshit it and make time for my actual work. I'm so stressed, with school and all this worthless shit. And officially have no one to talk to, nobody who cares, nobody who wants to call or see me. So I find myself quite close to tears nearly every single day. Love being me, man. Love it.
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