Well, it's been a year. A year since the 2000 homecoming, and a year since everything got all messed up. I can say that homecoming sucked, as I'm sure it always will, and I only subject myself to it because it's a tradition among my friends now. I can honestly say that things are changing, but probably not for the better. Matt and I are being civil. Which, I'm not sure why, but I did him a favor recently, and my mom had a fit. "Why do you do things for him, he treats you like shit." "Mom, it's not like I'm going out with the stupid kid." "I just don't think you see things the way others see them." Oh, I see them clearly. It's not like I even like the dumb kid, I was just feeling nice, and he got over himself enpugh to call and ask for help, so I figured I could try to help if he could do that much. I know how the kid is...I used to be his friend. I'm not stupid, entirely. Oh, and then there's Joe. Joe...the kid who made middle school that much more unbearable, who tormented me through most of last year, who I knew one big ass jerk. Well, I can only say that everyone deserves another chance. Joe is on my friends page now, and has been since since I put them all there. But, I know Matt, and I know he could never do a 360 like Joe has. I don't care, because I could never be Matt's friend again after what he did to me. Rob...what can I say about him without sounding like I want to beat him with a metal pole. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I honestly think this kid isn't happy unless one of us isn't. He hasn't lately, but before he kept IMing me, starting a fight...and as soon as I left him speechless, he got all indignant, making me look like the one who starts all of this. He bad mouths me to probably anyone that will listen. The retard took a phone conversation he had with my FRIEND Michele and turned it into a huge bitch fest about me. I was siting in the room with Michele while he was talking to her. I was memorizing my lines for drama. I just don't get it, and I probably never will. And they all keep asking "Why do you like Rob" or "Why did you ever like Rob". I can't answer that question, because once I was so sure, but now, I don't even know. But, he's been pretty humanitary lately, so I guess I'll just leave it all alone. Hopefully, he'll do the same. Things are alright, I guess. I'm getting a C in French. I don't know how. The class is fricken stupid. We haven't even had class in 3 weeks! Oh well. To make things even worse, we go to district for drama, we put on the play the best we ever have, and we DON'T MAKE IT TO SECTIONALS! Good God! What the hell is wrong with people? Ok, but I guess I've got enough to keep me busy. I've been a social butterfly for the past few weeks. I honestly don't know what I'd do without Dan...even though I want to beat the guy with a plastic baseball bat right now. But it's a momentary thing, it'll pass. I was also surpised with the fact that looks aren't always what the seem. Which, I'm not shallow...and I know this. I'm talking about Kyle. What the hell? You take one look at the kid and you'd think he's the dullest person. Quite the contrary. Kyle is my bitch. Hehe. Ok...and then there's Jimmy. He's such a dork. He won't dance with me at homecoming...but him and Davey are all over eachother at Manda and MB's party. Well! It's ok, Jimmy is only fun to flirt with anyway. I guess, things are going pretty good...and soon I'm going to be 16, driving, and living in the best years of my life. I think I can already try to argue that, but I won't. Until next time...
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