I saw my aunt yesterday. I was expecting to see a corpse, but she actually looks fairly healthy. I haven't been to her house in so long, I forgot how beautiful the Illinois countryside is. It's stunning, really. But anyway, we took my aunt out to dinner and she told me that she regrets not getting to know me better. And then she kinda cried a little. And then I felt guilty for some reason, and then I wanted to leave cuz I was getting all sad.
Oh, and my aunt has this crazy obsession with Native American stuff, and her house is filled with statues and dream catchers and paintings and all sortsa cool items. It's like a Native American museum in there. Pretty awesome.
So yeah. The visit went better than expected. Woulda been almost perfect if my dad hadn't been there. I have daddy issues. Let's not get into that.
I was very sad today, because adorable newspaper girl and I barely spoke. I can't afford to waste days like this. I must get to know her better, even though I'm 99.99% certain that we will never date. That's what sucks about this city. No lesbians, only obnoxious bi-curious bitches. Sometimes I really wish straight people were the minority and homosexuals the majority. It would make my dating life so much easier.
I should probably stop mentioning newspaper girl in my journals. I'm starting to annoy myself. But I can't help it! I could rant about her forever. One more thing about her: Is it weird that I imagine her hair smelling like strawberries and vanilla? Is that creepy, me thinking that?
Okay. No more talking about newspaper girl unless she asks for my number or takes me on a date or marries me or something.
In AP English today the teacher explained what will be on our AP exam. We have to answer 60 questions and write 3 essays, all in 3 hours. What the bloody hell? Of course I plan on taking the exam, but holy Jesus it's gonna be hard. I hate writing essays on the spot. I like to have time to think about what I'm gonna write.
German is getting worse. I'll be joining German club again (I might even become president this year), but...I dunno. German just isn't fun anymore. We're expected to learn things on our own. I liked it better when our lovely german teacher taught us things. Like, today we were talking about past participles and the different forms of past tense. She didn't even explain it to us. She just expected us German IV students to know it like the AP kids do. *Sigh* I remember when German was amazingly fun.
My next entry will be more exciting, and I won't be talking about things I've already been talking about. I promise.