THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!
Classes were OK, good hot cocoa, fun working with Tim in Spanish (cute, funny guy). awesome field hockey practice. Found out Mary and Kelly have "gone home" (in other words have HAD SEX!) Geez, they're 13! That's worse than Susan at camp!
Also, it was fun to be hyper after practice. I didn't have any homework and best of all, Lynn, my best friend from camp, is coming for the weekend of the 17th! I got to talk to her and she was excited to talk to me and was really happy 'bout coming here! I personally can't wait 'til then. Oh! Also, I got Kraft mac and cheese for dinner and changed my room so that it has more space. YES! Very exciting.
Oh! And also I got to show off the cool pads of paper I got at Different Drummer. The only bad thing was EVERYONE made fun of what I thought was the coolest outfit that I used to wear all the time. It's just rather colorful. Nothing wrong with that. Pretty funky colors-- blue clogs, purple tights, turquoise corderoy wrap skort, periwinkle shirt and all the colors mention in a vest on top. And a pink headband. I thought it was ultra-chic.
I think it is finally possible that I have crossed over from obnoxious and annoying to just plain sad and oblivious. How was this the best day of my life?? Wouldn't the best day of my life include NOT being made fun of all day for my clothing??
Reading these I start to feel like a nine-year-old in school with a bunch of sixteen-year-olds. I'm in this weird period of time that I think lasts just a year or two, where I'm just YOUNGER than everyone else. I haven't yet caught on to the nuances of social life, I still believe I will be thought of as cool because of my new notebooks. I still prize Kraft Mac and Cheese over actual popularity. And I'm still wearing skorts and vests. Sigh.
Can't I tell, from the 13 year-olds having sex, that I am BEHIND THE TIMES??
I think we all know what's coming...