ndslotesse's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Valentine's Day a strange long day Dear Diary, No one seems to have noticed I have locked my diary. I'm not sure if I should be sad or happy. I like writing in here mostly when my Dad comes home because I like using his labtop. It's so much more comfortable. I like the fact that when it is cold it keeps my lap warm, and that you can place it anywhere. It's so much more convienent. I have many projects due and I know I should finish them but this weekend is a three-day one, so I'll do it later. Yesterday was Valentine's day and I was with Romeo. Obviously. We had gotten into a 'sad fight' the night before about V-day. Mainly because all week he was so excited about it. He's constantly say, "Whew, Valentine's is going to be awesome. You're gonna love it! I can't wait!" ...and such. And earlier I had told him I want flowers...sent to school. He took it in but he didn't realize that I wanted them sent to school. I found out that night that he wasn't going to send them to school. Now before you call me, 'Greedy' 'Superficial' or 'Average' please take into consideratoin that he had already called me those things that night after he found out that I wanted them at school. I felt terrible because he called himself a bad boyfriend afterwards and he said in a soft voice that he usually uses with a hint of annoyance and defeat "to find a better boyfriend that would do such things like send flowers to school". I felt terrible and he just wanted to get off the phone and I felt awful so I wanted to make sure we were okay before we got off the phone because I hate thinking or feeling awful all night. So I tried to make it better. And I realized why I wanted the flowers at school so much. I guess it was that superficial, average, greedy-me in 7th grade, how I'd watch all the other beautiful or popular girls get flowers or candy except me and everyone even got little cards except me. I was alone and no one even noticed. I always fantasized about getting a huge bouquet at school. I guess you never really grow up from your chidhood fantasies. I'm such a dork and I made my boyfriend feel awful. ::SIGH:: He ended up getting off the phone upset like me and the next day started off fuckin' terrible. Well, first things first we had to get to school early because my brother needed to do something. I got to my locker and barely anyone was around 'cept for Ashley Price. She came over to my locker and pointed out how dirty it was with all the cheez-its, boxes, clothes, and trash. Realizing it was a bit disgraceful decided to clean it out early so no one see me messing with all the dirt. I cleaned out the boxes and trash from the bottom part and then I decieded to clean the top part and I realized that I had ROTTEN fruit and ROTTEN food behind all the trash. So disgusted I tried to pull out the dirtyness but since I had no gloves, I didn't want to touch it so I pulled it out real fast and then a can of doctor fell. I was sticky, my books got all blotchy, and Scott's present was barely saved. FUCK! And after this I panicked like a motherfucker and no one even helped me. It was such shit. Until one of my teachers came by, had a grossed-out face on and then asked if I wanted to use her disinfectent. I was grateful but I wreked of disinfectent all day. Yesterday DEFINTELY had it's highs and it's lows. I was pissed off because it was the most dreaded day of the year for people like me. And you'd think that I'd be okay because it was valentines day but I wasn't because I looked around for the single people that hate this day and I got reminded, and I hated it too. I was so grateful then at that moment, that I had someone to love me, that I had Romeo. Oh God, thank you for Romeo. I was trying not to be bitter when my english teacher got the nicest bouquet of flowers, the kind that screams nature. I looked to my friend, Jessica, as we both looked on, knowing we wouldn't get flowers at school. Anyway, I took a french test and I must have gotten a 'B', which is not bad. After 3rd hour, I realized I hadn't done a project checkpoint in my next class, US History, as I was dreading it, Madame pointed out that my US History teacher wasn't here today and that we were having class in her room today. We had book work mostly. So as I was happy and the day started looking up. I found out that we had Junior lunch today which was a major bitch because it was friday and the entire class except for two other students were sophomores. Two fuckin' juniors and we have to attend Junior lunch two days of the week. I know it may sound sort of practically but we have 20 sophomore students and we would like to sit by our friends especially since it was a friday, we talk about we are doing that weekend. It was such a let-down so basically I sat down and complained about Madame being a bitch the entire time. I was having such a rotten day. My friend Tess, has promised me she would burn me a copy of Good Charlottes and Sum 41's new CDs and this was months ago, she came up to me as soon as class started and gave it to me. I was very happy, it relieved the annoyance of Madame. Every time something AWFUL would happen or something AMAZING would happen. And so the day continued. We then talked to Madame and managed to coax her into go to Junior lunch AND Sophomore lunch. So basically we got a better deal then just going to sophomore lunch we ate a lot earlier and I was hungry. After junior lunch we came back to the classroom to have study hall. And when we had to walk back over to the lunch room, I suddenly became hungry once more and I realized that I had eaten my lunch already which put me in a fowly mood. but 10 minutes into lunch (when we figured out that this would be an extended lunch period) Monique comes running to our lunch table and exclaims she has a surprise. I rolled my eyes and wondered if she was talking about her boyfriend getting her flowers or something. I saw her get up and run to the door to hug someone. Eyes roll. Then I saw Gabby get up and hug the same person. A raised eyebrow on my face with a hint of confusion. Definetly not Monique's boyfriend, Aaron. I get up and it's Mallory! Mallory left us the semester to attend a different school and she brought cupcakes! Made me day once more and we all caught up. It was great. After lunch is my most hated class next to Debate (now anyway) and we had a test. I didn't study and I wasn't prepared so it started to feel like an awful day again because I know I have an awful grade in that class and another 'F' is not going to help it. I got the test and realized I knew everything on it! SWEET ASS! I think I got a good -A on it. Hopefully an 'A' but I don't want to get my hopes up high. Mallory said good-bye after class and I went to speech/debate and it became another study hall which was great because I didn't feel like doing work. Then I realized I neglected my bioethic homework so I hurried to the computer to get it down when I realized that Gabby was on it doing her speech/debate tournament stuff and it was take her forever to type those four poems (she's awful at typing). So I typed it for her as she got ready to leave. I felt hurried because I thought I didn't have enough time to do my work. I had 20 minutes left to spare after I finished her work and then I got mine down. Another good high and low. I got to my last hour, Bioethic, and we had to work on our projects and I finished it in speech/debate so we were good. It became another studyhall and we just talked mostly about valentines day and what were going to and get our boyfriends for valentines. The dreaded few minutes of the hour crept closer. Last year, we spent a good 3-5 minutes waiting for all the names to be called to get flowers. Our school is small with around 400 students. And 108 girls were called up to collect their flowers. That's an entire grade plus a few more. I wasn't called. My brother kept the car that morning because he had practice and he said he was going to pick my sister and I up at 4:30 while I was in SEED club, I was talking to Mon(Monique) when my brother stepped in and handed me a yellow rose. Yay! I was happy. I had a rose, I just wish I got called up. It's okay though. Then we all went to hallmark to get my mother a card for V-day because my brother got her a rose too. Mine was yellow. My sister pink and white. And my mom, red. It was really sweet of him. I got home and we presented our present to my mother and she gave a smile and hugged my brother and thanked him for being so thoughtful (even though I know that my sister has been wanting one and hinting that she's always wanted one and that she'll never get one...hm...but he did it on his own.) I got home and Romeo called me, wanting to know what time I was coming over. Just them my mom told me that I needed to clean my room because the realtor is coming tomorrow to look at the house and my room had to cleaned out. So I told him around 7:00. He picked me up at 7:30. He's always just a tad bit late. I had to write his card hurriedly and fixed his present. Romeo is IN LOVE with red starburst, it's his favorite (personally we had an arguement about how red was the best when I argued that pink was). So the day before V-day I bought 4 packages of starburst, picked only the red ones, wrote little messages on them, intamite words, and on the pink one (since it's the best) wrote 'I love you' on it. Sealed it up with red heart-shaped stickers. And wrapped his Something Corporate CD with an advertisement that said, "There's more than one way to share a starburst" (OMGOD! I just realized this morning that I left the fuckin' pricetag on. FUCK!!!" oops. Oh well, I hope he doesn't think I'm tacky. Geeze, I feel like an idiot. Anyway, he picked me up around 7:30 and we got to his place around 7:45. And we went downstairs to the basement and he usually open the door for me so he complained very obviously that his hand hurt. So I opened the door... He had made a heart with kisses and a smiley face in the middle. A red card below that. And a chocolate rose underneath that. And above the heart were flowers. I love Romeo and it was a good Valentine's Day. With care, 11:24 a.m. - 2003-02-15 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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