There are only twenty days left until I leave for Spain. I can hardly believe this, but it seems to be so very far away! I went to meeting the other night at school with my parents about it, and I got a bunch of fliers and maps, books on traveling and such from my teacher. I still don't think that it's sunk in yet that I'm going. I am preparing to go though, and I am going to make a list of what I need, as well as measure my suitcase tomorrow and make certain that it has the right specifications. I have so much to do this weeking. I'm also working at the Flower Show to sell cookies, which is tomorrow from noon to four. I'm sure it will be so very joyous.
I think I am developing somewhat of a problem that is becoming a bit awkward. You see, Kathleen is trying to get Joe to ask me to the senior prom because he doesn't have a date yet, and she knows that I am nice enough to go. She and her other friends always try to make me talk to him and stuff, so that we become aquainted. I know that he wants to ask me, and he knows that I know, but nothing is coming of it, and it's just really strange. I talked to him online last night for an hour or so, and then when I saw him today, it's as if I didn't really have anything to say to him. I feel bad, because Kathleen says that he likes me, but I don't care for him in the kind of way. Well, I don't know if I do yet, but for now I am just going to play it safe and say that I don't. If we go to the prom, I just want to go as friends, and I don't want anything more to come of it. I wonder if that's possible, seeing that she has already hooked up two of her friends, and is now turning towards me. I just don't know what to do. I want to be nice, yet I want to keep my distance a little bit. I guess I will play it by air. I still want Antonio to ask me to the prom, but I doubt that will ever happen. I want to be friends and all with Joe, but I don't want to feel pressured or awkward around him. I think if you feel that way, then it's just not right. I know that Michael isn't going to the prom with Tiana anymore, because she can't go. I think he would rather not go than ask anyone else, though. So I guess I can count that out.
I did my egg project this week. Strangely enough, I got my egg to stay alive for the duration of the week. It's simply amazing, isn't it? I actually kept my egg after the project, because I felt bad about giving it back, knowing that Mr. Oteri would probably throw it away, or make omelettes or something. It would be sin to see my first born die in such a cruel fashion. Ugh, I'm so retarded. I'm listeing to my discman, and it was really loud, so I tried to turn down the volume. That would be all good if it weren't for the fact that I tried to turn the volume down on the computer instead. My eyes kind of hurt now, because well, I am tired. I must keep writing though, until I am all written out. I did this whole big project last night, because I thought it was due today, but as it turns out, it was not due until Monday. I was so mad after I figured that out. I sacrificed doing all of my other homework so that I could do that project, and now it wasn't even due today. I guess the only good thing is that it already finished and I won't have to be worried about finshing it this weekend with my other two projects and homework.
What other problems do I have that I can complain about? I'm sure that I could think of plenty if I put my mind toward it. It was raining so much on Thursday that a lot of the rivers around here got flooded, and ran up on to the streets. It's pretty messy in a few parts around here. I finally got to use my umbrella, which almost never happens. Now that it's spring though, it will probably rain a lot more. There's this really pretty yellow sweater that I want. It's kind of expensive, as it's by Ralph Lauren, but it's so warm and cheery looking. I am hoping that maybe it is on sale at Macy's this week. I really want it...and there's a white and yellow stripe shirt that would go under it. It so very sexy and cute, and it would look so nice, but I just have to scrap up the money. Hopefully one of my parents will lend me the money.
I think that I'll sing now...*singint* The kisses of the sun, were sweet I didn't blink, I let it in my eyes, like an exotic dream; the radio playing songs, that I have never heard, I don't know what to say...oh not another word...*end of singing* Okay, that's quite enough of that. That song is so awful, but there is something very peppy and happy about it. I guess I will stop for tonight, as I have a lot to do, and have wasted much time writing in my diary already.