Wonder What It's Like...

It certainly can lead one to wondering what life would be like if things were different. Things such as whether or not one were a procrastinator (like myself), what if a person had more outgoing personality, or what if they were more introverted.
I'm personally wondering the procrastination part. I'm so close to being done with that damn painting; why can't I just go ahead and finish it? I have time, I think to myself, nevermind it's almost nine at night and I have to get up at 5:3o in the morning. I don't know why I do this to myself. Perhaps if I hadn't been on the phone just a while ago I wouldn't be doing this. Ah, well. I'll spare myself five minutes to type in regards to absolutely nothing and then resume my painting. Maybe I'll make a small prayer that there's less than an hour left of work on it. = 3= Good Lord, though, if I don't already hate it. The art teacher certainly didn't give us enough time to work on it.

I've never really had a blog before. This will be interesting. I blame Alex, even though I'm pretty sure no one will ever read this. And why would they even bother? x wx <3>

So, today pretty much sucked. I didn't intend for it to, since Easter is my favourite holiday (Happy Easter, guys), but when one spends a day moping over lost chances the day previous, the crushing of a hope, and realizing that they left something in their locker that they needed for the next day, it kind of leads for a day worth a piece of shit. I guess it was alright, though. Sydney called me, at least.

I couldn't get the boy out of my head, though. I wrote an entire letter to him today and taped it up so I couldn't read it and throw it out later. I have to do it--I have to let him know. I don't know why it's so important to me, though. ( ; ^;) It would help if I had a clue, maybe. Anyway, the letter looks all nice and neat and ultra-colourful. I didn't mean for it to, but when I looked down, I had the entire thing coloured somehow. There wasn't an ounce of white left on that paper, and I don't even know why. =w= At least none of it's hot pink or anything like that. There's a pale pink (looks like a light red, actually), yellow, brown, blue, and... Orange, I think? That's not too feminine (I hope).
I'm still mostly caught up on Mom's sudden change in heart regarding me telling him. I guess it's understandable, but uh...
Oh well.

Next time I go, whether I want to or not then, it's all planned out. =/ Maybe he'll be more giggly and boyish this time. That'd be cute. I missed that last time; felt bad for him and wanted to give him a hug.

Ah.
I've alotted myself five extra minutes. I must be on my way now; heaven forbid I allow ten. D:

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