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Something like faith.

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Location: Kingston, Ontario, Canada

With all the issues under the sun.

Wednesday, May 14

...AM i not updating again?

Tuesday, May 13

-The torturous sounds of hell-
~or~
-Math Class-

Tick Tock
Time is at a standstill
Tick Tock
And I am frozen in my chair
Tick Tock
I can feel myself turning to stone
As the numbers try to take my life
Tick Tock
The clock is moving backwards
-I swear they've fixed it -
And I think i'm growing into my desk.

Tick Tock
Math Class is a pain
Tick Tock
Where I could be outside
(O glorious sun!)
Rejoicing in freedom and summer
But instead
I sit listening to the hellish clock
And my teachers voice
("numbers...80...do you understnad?")
Tick Tock
No I do not understand
No i do not WANT to understan
No i do NOT SEE THE RELEVANCE...!
Tick Tock
Yessir, I'm sorry
I'll Get back to work
I'm just having a tough -
Ok. No more writing.
Tick
Tock.

Stupid me!
..and my stupid infatuation! i'm so sick and tired of it all! i want to go up to him, put my hands on his shoulders and shake him, all the while shouting "What the hell is up with you?!?!?!?!" of course, then i would run out of things with which to torture Kit. Then again...

Please bear in mind that it was only after i brought up our going out for coffee that he asked for my number. of course,if he had given me hisit would be a definate sign that he didn't like me. Why? Because...i dunno. That's just the way it works.

Not to mention i am extraordinarily hungry...and waiting for mom to come home so we can get pizza........and avoiding studying for my math test....(which i've already done 4 squares...so leave me alone).....and debating calling Kit but that would tie up the phone lines and we all know i'm SUCH a loser that i don't want to do that.

I'm almost certain he won't phone. Of course, Em might not have given it to him. Gah! GAH! GAH! make it STOP! it's these horrible little voices shouting in my head "he doesn't" and "he does" that make me want to scream and keep me from focussing on ANYTHING of even MODERATE importance.

Ever notice how the kind of guys i get crushes on aren't the kind of guys i seem to get? what's up with that.

Please someone...put me out of my misery.


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