My Journal

Boy day (wow I sound shallow..sorry!)

Well, I'm sorry all...this will be another shallow and girlish entry. I realize that I have yet to make a deep and insightful entry, and for that I am sorry. I guess I havn't been in the right mood. I WILL have a journal that means somthing, not just girlish makeup junk that doesn't matter at all, but right now...I need to do a girlish entry. So before I start: If you wanted a deep, meaningful, insightful, entry...I'm sorry. Ok, now for the actual entry.

Today was a boy day. I'm pretty sure that a sr. in my spanish class likes me, and I like a guy that, for the moment, has a girl friend. I like the sr. too, but I can hear my father's yell now..."THERE'S NO WAY YOU'RE EVER DATING A SR!!!" and on and on and on until I die or until my ears shrivle up and fall off...whichever comes first. Whatever the case I just needed to get that off my chest! I warned you! NOT a deep entry! Well, it's late, my throat feels like it's been scraped out (probably getting strepp), and I have rehearsal at 10 tomarrow morning. Joy. I'm tired and going to bed. Ta ta.