So there's this guy,

And he's kind of cute. And I think I might kind of like him. The problem is, he lives really far away. Like, across the atlandic ocean far away. Everyday, I go on facebook, and see if he's online, or I look at his pictures of him, so I can remember what he looks like. And even though I've only met him once, I like him. Reallly Like him. It's sad, I know. I don't think I'm a hopeless romantic- I'm a hopefull romantic.

Texting

Once again, this blog comes to you from a pissed off me.

Yesterday, my best friend got her canines and four of her molars pulled, so obviously she wasn't in school. Since I'm pretty much a social outcast, she's one of my only friends at my school. I was texting her during lunch. The girls that I sit with were talking about me, I heard what they were saying. I don't have a problem with people talking about me, but saying I'm texting because I don't have anything better to do is stupid. These are the girls that say there nice to everyone, and now they're freaking gossiping about me in front of my face! Hello, I do have ears! If you think I'm texting because I have nothing better to do, freaking talk to me, since you apparently talk to everyone!

Bus

I'm frickin' ticked off right now. I was outside, waiting at my bus stop today at 7:50. What time does my bus come? 7:50 . What time is she supposed to come? 7:40. I'm just a bit ticked, because today was the day she decided to come at the right time.