Why do we, as humans, constantly think up a fantasy scenario when anything, and I mean anything, happens.
Wondering what I'm talking about? Here, I'll fill you in. Today in 3rd block Mrs. Hartz talked to us about Post Secret. She read us a few, and passed around a book. Then she read us some that last semester's English 3 made. Some of them were horrible. Then she gave us cards, and we're making our own. I just finished mine.
"every time i say i'm fine i want someone to say that i'm not fine but they don't. i hope someone does before it's too late."
Dramatic, I know. But true.
Anyway, as soon as I started thinking about it, I came up with this crazy fantasy that Aaron would put that he was in love with his best friend, but didn't do anything about it, and now it's too late. Absurd. I don't even know if I want that to happen...
So, this morning in drama I changed out to yoga pants, and I had worn that new purple tank thing, and I took my hoodie off. So, I did yoga in a purple tank top and black yoga pants. If I do say so, I looked hot. Ok, maybe not, but still. Tony did a bit of a double take when he got there late.
Oh, I got unlimited texting. And if in a few days I stop getting on for a while that would be because reports card come...I failed Physics, remember?
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