I seriously must consider that my life is turning into its own mini soap opera. I never used to tell my friends practically anything about what I was truly thinking, who I liked, whatever. I figured, if I kept these things to myself, then it would just be safer. No one could analyze and dissect everything I said, and they couldn't throw things back at me if I ever got in a fight with anyone. (Which is an extremely rare occasion in itself.) When I told Jaclyn about the person I liked, she was the only one that knew. Now a few more people know. Which is fine, as long as they can keep a secret. Jaclyn always keeps me informed on her little crushes and such, and she has got a whole slew of them. Well, today she told me that she liked the same kid I liked. Chris. Well. That kind of threw me for a loop. I mean, it's not like she does't have plenty of other people she can chase after. This is the first person that I've truly crushed on for a long time, and she wants to go and shatter that. She was trying to make him be more familier with me, and yet she unintentionally noticed that she liked him. I knew last year that I liked him as well, and she commented to me that he seemed like such a snob. I didn't ever think so, but she apparently changed her mind. Stop being such a tramp! My life is turning into a soap opera. Whatever am I going to do?
I know I will look back on this later, and it will seem extremely and utterly lame. But for now, it helps calm my nerves a great much just to be typing this. I am not mad, as I have thought about this situation for a while, but a sort of strange calmness and serene feeling has come over me while typing. I am merely documenting temporary feelings and emotions. Yes, this is true. Or am I just saying these things to convince myself further? I truly don't know, as the mind works in mysterious ways.
Tomorrow I'm going to my aunt's 25th wedding anniversary. I am hoping that it will be fun. I like parties, but I've got a lot of work to do for school. I have to read Frankenstein this weekend, and write diary entries for each chapter. And I'm only on chapter three currently. Someone has got a lot of reading to do. . .who? Me? Naaaaaah. ^___^
I can't wait until Thanksgiving. I only have two and one half days of classes next week, because of the holiday, as well as a rally. It's a good thing to think about, you know. In between that though, I've got a LOT to do.
My eyes are barely able to be kept open, so I'm going to bed right now. I think writing in my diary helps calm my nerves. Typing, rather. Whatever. Goodnight. This is Amanda, signing off.