LMFAO! I really, -really- need to start school. I've become very slow over the summer. ;) I got hit on -twice- yesterday, and didn't even fucking realize it! Erica had to tell me! It was hilarious. I just thought the guys were insane... I felt like such a loser for not realizing I was getting hit on. After my initial embarrassment for not knowing what was going on, I got excited. hehe... I felt very sexxy for the rest of the day. That boosted my confidence by about.. a thousand percent. Seriously. You don't even -know-! I felt like walking around, informing everyone, "Two guys hit on me today! Two guys I didn't even know!" Of course, I didn't. I kept that much to myself. Lol... But, I'm really thankful they did hit on me. Now, I'm going to go back to school with tons of confidence. Maybe I'll acquire some new stalkers. ;) LMAO. Not that I'd want them. hehe.. Actually, having stalkers is kind of flattering, in a creepy sort of way. -shrug- Anyway...
After band rehearsal last night, I heard someone calling my name. I had to go to platoon practice(-rolls her eyes), so I was looking around, frantic to find whoever needed to talk to me. I realized that it was Angela, so I ran over to her, and we started talking. As soon as I got to her, she said, "Guess who's here, wearing a black shirt with a pink skull and crossbones." My mouth dropped open. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," was all I could say. It was the guy that Angela almost got into a fight with, at the concert thingy! He was wearing the same shirt, the one that supposedly made him, "a real man." I just think it made him a stupid ass, jerk-off prick. Lol, is it that obvious that I can't stand him? I had to keep my eye on Angela until he left, considering the fact that she was armed with a ten foot long iron pole. I could have -so- seen her trying to knock him out with her flag. -shakes her head- I would have probably helped her, too. But, nothing came of it. I just want to know what the fuck he was doing at our band practice, standing there, watching us march. -shakes her head-
The lock in is tonight! I'm actually kind of excited. I better not end up disappointed; it sucks when things don't live up to your expectations. I'm going to kiss Nick tonight. I swear, it's going to happen. It really will. We get to hang out anywhere from the band hall, to the rubber gym, and inside the rubber gym. I hope it will be as awesome as I'm imagining it. I know exactly what I'm going to wear, and how I'm going to do my hair. I'm going to straighten it with my Chi, of course! I mean, how else -would- I do it? I haven't decided how to do my make-up yet. I know how I want it to look, though. I want my entire appearance to be one of effotless beauty. I want to look as though I just threw on a shirt, ran a brush through my hair, put on just the tiniest hint of makeup, and yet ended up looking carelessly, stunningly gorgeous. I want to create the illusion that I've only spent two minutes on my hair and make up, and yet end up looking breathtaking. Of course, such an effect is not easily achieved. It takes hours of planning, and preparation; the trick is to make it look like you barely thought about it at all. Very difficult, trust me. There are several questions I'm planning on asking Nick tonight, if I get the chance. I want to ask him if he truly cares about me; we'll see if I can work up the nerve. I also want to ask him if I'm the same person he thought I was before we started going out. I'm a curious person, what can I say? So, yeah, we'll see how it goes.
I guess that's it for now. Another entry later; I'll undoubtedly get bored.