One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Nine, and Ten;

Money can't buy you back the love that you had then.
...
Old teenage hopes are alive at your door,
Left you with nothing, but still they want more.

Mmm. So I never got anything.
To make sure that nothing just got miscommunicated somewhere or if he's just shy, my friends are all telling me to go back to the restaurant. I might in about a month; maybe make myself seem a little less desperate. Ashley suggested that maybe he had written a note for me, too, and then went on to say how cute that would be. Sure, cute. Logical? No.
Oh well. I'll go later; I don't think I could right now. I'm hoping that when Abby takes her mom on Sunday that maybe he'll mention me or something to give me some sort of green light to go back there without pointing and laughter on his part. Or maybe if my family goes without me. Not likely, though. Not crossing my fingers anymore; I'm starting to lose hope, although I still am terribly fond of him. I guess it happens.

Tomorrow I go in for an AP test that I didn't even have to take and I didn't know about it. Eight in the morning; then Mr. Walker wants me to go over to the high-ropes course afterwards to catch up with the gang. We were supposed to go today, but got rained out. He suggested that I go after I finish up my test. He's so awesome. Super nice.
So tomorrow will be about one of the biggest slack-off-while-technically-at-school days that I've had in a long time. Sounds amusing, but it also sounds like make-up-work Friday, too.

I guess I can take it.

I found a poem to memorize; I have to memorize it by the 15th, but that's okay. It's Longfellow; I like him alright. He's one of my favourites, honestly. "The Day is Done" or whatever it's called. It's pretty sweet. I would've tried to memorize The Raven by Poe, but I'd've needed to know that we were doing this sometime shortly after Christmas. I know the first stanza, but that's about it.
We're also reading One Flew Over The Cucoo's Nest by Ken Kesey, too. I'm seriously likeing the book so far. Asylum tales for the win.

We're in the Cold War in US History, too. Yay Soviet Union. <3

The wrap-up of the school year is always a lovely overload of stupid crap that teachers couldn't evenly space out, isn't it? They knew the end of the year was coming, but they always dawdle on some part or another.

Wonder how this weekend'll work out.
Mother's Day is on Sunday; I don't know what to do for Mom. At all. I might just write her an I.O.U. She didn't react well enough to the painting I did for her birthday and instead seemed to find the card that I wasted 45 minutes on (as opposed to six hours) much more worthwhile.
Wow parents fail at some things.
Maybe I'll write her the I.O.U. and then take her to lunch one day.

I don't know.
Suggestions?

Wish I could sleep well as of late...