And when you've taken down your guard...

...If I could change your mind, I'd really love to break your heart.

So, I realized to-day that there are only 5o more days until school is out. I'm still going to try to skip the last two days because I hate the last couple of days of school; they're only worthless pieces of day strewn together so that the school can get their damn government money. There's no point in them. So, yeah, provided there's nothing going on then, I want to see if I can play hookie. My aunt says no, but I'm pretty sure I can con Grandma into talking her into it. She understands my point, and I still have three days I could skip, so why not just skip two more and save the last one for an 'in case' should there be a technical error somewhere?
Seriously.
The last day? June 4th? "YEAH LET'S GO TO SCHOOL FOR TWO HOURS WHOOOOOO. I EFFING LOVE SCHOOL SO MUCH THAT IT'S WORTH IT."

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What the fuck? Where's the point in that? Besides, you're not even doing anything productive. School is a place to learn, not a social gathering. If there's no point in having school but to let kids hang out, don't have school. Kids mingle on their own in their own time out of school just fine, and they usually can find more fun things to do than sit in a classroom for two hours talking. >:/
Uuuuuggghhh.

Okay.
Honestly, though. Is there any point?

Speaking of school, I wrote a paragraph in my last class of the day yesterday:

One could always tell when the school day (or a mere class period, for that matter) was approaching its end. The closing of books, the teacher's scarce heard pleas for silence, the uncomfortable, stiffening aura brewing and the awkward shuffling of feet. It was just shy of the end of another adolescent's workday; a day that had seemed to last an era (though upon further reflection have felt so brief), an era whose end everyone, teachers, studens, and general staff memebers alike, heavily anticipated.

I wish I knew what to do with it. I thought of turning it into the intro to a short story, but not only would I not have the motivation to ever finish writing such a short story, I have no clue as to what to make the story pertain to. Open to suggestions, however. I'm rather pleased with the way the paragraph worked out after a couple of revisions, though. Yay~.
Maybe I could talk about how awesome the weekends and/or summer break were percieved to be, and then mention how it's funny that kids are usually itching to have something to do so much by the end of summer that, for a week, they don't mind attending school. And how weekends tend to be a bummer. Unless you go to visit really pretty waiters that work in expensive restaurants that you love.
o___________o Then I just bum myself out though, because the most I can typically do is sit there and occasionally stare awkwardly, momentarily hoping that I'll do something just stupid enough to get his attention so he can giggle at me. >///>

Mmm...
Maybe I'll let this song play a couple more times, draw a little more, and then go get a shower and go to bed... Sydney's messenger has been on all day, but it's been set to 'away,' and she never responded to my message, so I guess her computer forgot to shut down right again or some nonsensical something along those lines.

Having this blog thing now makes me wish that I actually had something worthwhile to say. I really don't; I just use it to ramble. I guess it's a good way to vent, especially (wow I couldn't spell that for a minute) since the internet is all... Known for being anonymous and such as the like (even though it's all a pretty false perception. = =;;;).
I wonder if I'll get to give him the note this weekend. Or, to rephrase that, let someone else give him the note from me this weekend. Then again, money's been a little tight, so I'm not sure. I need to e-mail those people saying I can't afford to go to Japan, too... I don't know how to say it properly, though! And I hate telling people "thanks but I'm sorry, I can't do it anymore even though I thought before that I could." Even if I have completely legitimate reasons, it makes me feel so awkward and embarrassed.

The weather's getting nicer.
Supposed to be really nice on Friday.
Maybe I'll wear my flapper skirt for the kicks and giggles.
Ange said it'd be a little overthetop, but but I wannaaaa...
I'm so conflicted.
But I could actually wear red makeup and be all... Accurate-ish with it.
I might would have to get up a few minutes early, but I think it'd be well worth it.

I just don't know. Oh boy.