The Effectiveness of Writing.

I think I hurt my mother's feelings when I wrote The ITCH'S and TRAITORS'S post. Ever since the day I wrote it and she offered to read she hasn't been like that, she has been much nicer. There is a guy I saw in my algebra class, he's tall, cute, and wears glasses (the downside is he's always asleep in class, like he's up late or something, and I don't know his name or what year he is). So maybe I'll just admire him from a far and pursue someone else. Gionni called me at 10:00 Tuesday night. I had to go to bed, and he said he would call me again the next day. Well, it's Thursday and still no call, I was thinking about calling him, but I think it was a ploy to get me calling him again. I didn't fall for it, even though I was dying to (I was so touched after he hadn't called me all summer [he had two months] he want's to call me now, on a school night [man it was bitter sweet]). Gotta go, I need to get ready for school (I feel so sleepy, yet I got 9 hours of sleep, weird).

Sayonara,
K.Girl :)