Week: 39
Songs to Remember: Falling - Snakehips, Caroline - Amine, 365 Fresh - Triple H
What a day. For once my classes were different. I wouldn't say "fun," but different. Was relaxing and boring at the same time.
I was planning on skipping the classes I didn't like, like math or Chinese, and I did. After 1st period Dance (of which consisted of no seniors but me, and all we did was work a little bit on our opening number for the upcoming dance recitals), I asked Jk, DrewN, and Cc if I could stay in their class for 2nd period. Fortunately Cc was okay with that, and so was DrewN, and so I went with 'em, and turns out they both have 2nd period Government together.
The teacher was cool with me staying. About 60% of the class was gone, and so the teacher just played episode 1 of Hell's Kitchen Season 5 for us. Was very relaxing, and, I got to meet an old friend of mine from middle school. He was like "Ayy what's up Drew" and it took me a bit for my brain to process "Oh shit, it's my old friend from middle school." So yeah, that was cool. Good times, good times. Good 'ol, even more naive Drew, heh.
Break was break, 3rd period was me finishing up work, English was me doing English work with, 90% of the class missing, as it was senior ditch day. During lunch, Jk told me how there was a quiz today, a pop quiz, that it was 100 points, and that if we weren't here for it, we'd have to bring her a parent's note, as well as a parent's phone number. I was like "Are you, mother-fucking serious? The one day I choose to skip just one class, not even the whole day, just one class, of which I was expecting to be doing the same exact shit as the past 2 weeks, and this shit gets pulled on me."
I was prepared like, I was going to write a fake note, message my cousin and have him be my parent in-case the teacher actually decides to call, and I was going to give him info about me in-case the teacher asks where I was (the dentist), the address, time, etc. Even my birthday, in case she asks for details about me. I was like "Fine, you wanna play this game, let's go." Turns out though, that apparently it was fake. I've heard from others that the teacher didn't mention shit, about senior ditch day, that this was a prank and uh, there was no actual quiz at all.
I was relieved, and sorta upset. But uh, I really was determined to fight this shit out just 'cause the teacher would try to fuck people over for doing a minute High school tradition. Umm, but yeah, 5th period Econ, that was when things got shitty. We did nothing of course, and 80% of the class was gone. Our teacher had something to he had to do, so we had to take refuge in another teacher's classroom for the time being. During the walk to there, this one girl who was in my group last semester in Gov for the final project, she was like, well I'll just copy-and-paste it here since I don't wanna re-write most of it.
So I don't mean to dwell on old things, but this just doesn't make any fucking sense. I haven't talked or interacted at all with you-know-who for like 3 weeks now but today her friend in my class told me "Hey so you know you-know-who right? She wanted me to tell you that if you're planning on talking to her, don't." I'm like "Wtf, why would I want to do that, I haven't even interacted with her at all for like 3 weeks now, I've literally just been doing my own thing." Her friend told me that you-know-who has been thinking that I've been following her to her classes so she's been trying to avoid me, and how she finds that I'm walking behind her, and that I dyed my hair because her guy friend has dyed hair, even the same color. I'm like "First of all, I've been taking the same routes to my classes since the beginning of the fucking year, I don't change it, nor will I, for something as absurd as all this, I dyed my hair not because of him or for her, but for a KDT performance, and the color was pink, not red." And some more reasons why like, it was inspired by yes, MASC's Ace, but I didn't say that 'cause, yeah no, heh. It honestly baffles me how counter-intuitive the way she's been doing and thinking. For the past 3 weeks I've done nothing but just been living my life and she pulls shit like this outta nowhere. Like, what the fuck do you want? What are you trying to accomplish keeping this shit up? And to think I'm the one who needs to move on bruh, ctfo.
Yeah, I, I was pissed, my mind was like "What the-, what the fuck?" And I know this may be hypocrital on my part too, with how I thought about it all before. But like, it was what? 2 weeks tops on dwelling hard? The past 3 weeks I, I have done nothing but for myself, minding my own fucking business, and she still wants to play the victim card. Like, THIS SHIT'S GETTING OLD YA KNOW. What the fuck is following her to her classes going to do if I were to anyways? What? "If you're planning on talking to me, don't." Just, you know the Confused Nick Young face? That's what it is. "Oh yeah, I've definitely been planning this 3-week, hard-cover, video-cassette with behind the scenes footage of me reading my third novel to complete the trilogy, on shit I want to talk to her about."
I know, I even said that I wasn't going to talk about her anymore, and in this case, it doesn't count. It's not my own thoughts really, but because it was brought up, and pissed me off. I think anger, I, I'd rather be angry than sad because, at least with anger, I don't have a bottomless pit in my chest and stomach, I don't have the feeling of that. Plus it fuels me to think with my head, and further proving that I am in the right.
Anyways, 6th period was the usual bore, I chose to go because I needed an alibi for the math thing that turned out to be just a big prank. Uhh, and KDT practice afterschool was pretty good. It was CLC's "Hobgoblin" and in my opinion I think I did it rather well, well, better than I expected. One of the easier dances out of the ones we're doing for Fanime.
Tomorrow I gotta go film for our English project, a modern-rendition of Othello, uhhh, go to another High school to watch some dancing, and, finish up some digital projects. It's 11:55 PM, see ya.
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