Another stressful day in the life of a East High Sophomore named Deanna.

Okay. I'm sitting in Computer graphics right now. Can you believe like, about 3 months ago i wrote in here complaining about how stupid Mr. Hipolito was? Wow, time does fly. Really goes to show ya. Anyway, i don't know what's with me. I'm listening to like, really depressing music. I blame it on Christopher Daniel Biezad. Since he likes this band (Jet) , and it's a sad song. I feel kinda bad that he broke up with his girlfriend but that's what she gets for flirting with all the 8th grade boys and stuff like that. Of course just because she flirted with all the other guys didn't really give Chris right to flirt with all the other girls. He let me read a note from her, and she was saying how much she liked him, but she liked other people too. What the crap? If she really truly liked him she wouldn't had flirted with all the other guys. I mean, if i were her i'd be around him so much that he'd get sick of me. Literally. He says he plays soccer during lunch, and she goes off and flirts with other guys. Of course, if i were her i'd be playing with him (which is fun to do i might add, but i can't anymore because of my stupid knee. I try to anyway, as much as i can without totally re-hurting myself) or i'd be watching. Seriously. Whatever, it doesn't really matter now. Monica and i were talking about it, and it's so totally obvious that he likes me. But, why won't he ask me out you say? Because he's a pimp. That's all there is to it. He likes to get with all the ladies. Then again, if it's so obvious that he likes me why didn't he admit it? Was it because of his martial status? Who knows. I think i'll ask him about it later. He always asks me THE randomest questions, and he says that he just asks me whatever pops into his head. And he told me i could ask him any questions that i wanted that popped into my head, so i shall compose a list of questions.

1. Do you really like me? If you don't why do you act like it?
2. Why don't you go out with me?
3. Do you only like me because i'm older?
4. Why did/do you care about why i like you so much that you must ask me 10+ times a day about it?
5. Why do i like you so much?

Not a very big list, but i'm kinda short for thinking right now. I'm a scatterbrain/procrastinator. Oh, and why did he show me that note? I mean, i consider him and myself really good friends, or like close friends, maybe even something of a best friend (being that i tell him a lot of stuff and we go way back and i see him all the time) but i didn't think he considered us really good friends. Well, good enough friends to show me a note from his [now] ex-girlfriend. Then again, maybe he shows everyone everything. I sit here, thinking i know a lot about him, but i don't really. I mean, i know his personality like the back of my hand, but that's not always a certain thing. I'm listening to Barenaked Ladies right now. I love this song. It's so pretty, and i wish i could sing like Ed. He's so awesome. Okay people, Barenaked Ladies... Pinch Me... LISTEN TO IT NOW. Hm, about 45 minutes until lunch. Man, i'm getting quite famished. Now that i think about it, i just used Chris' name in a public-access journal. But you know what? I don't care anymore. I'm not usually an open book, but in this case it's okay i guess because no one really knows i have this anymore. And because my lj doesn't work at school because they blocked the website. Thank you, Blogger, for being a fragment of Google, which is one of the coolest/best/awesomest things in the world.

I really need to stop getting on the computer so much. It's really cutting into my homework time. Because, instead of doing my homework i'm on the internet talking to Chris about nothing since we jump topics a lot, or talking to Sarah about Zombie Cows and/or Chris. I'm probably going to get carpotunnel from getting on the computer so much. Could you sue the school if you got carpotunnel from a computer class? This i must ponder. Also that reminds me of what Monica said this morning. She was going to the office because she's going to be a TA in my biology class (which by the way, is so freaking awesome) and she said there was a dog like, fenced in infront of the school. She said she gave it some water and stuff and how that's not right to keep that dog in there. Seriously, that dog's been in there for like 3 days now. I remember Mr. Hamm saying that they put dogs that get on campus in there until the SPCA comes. But like, that was 3 days ago they put that dog in there. Do they feed it? It'll die! That's such animal cruelty. We seriously need to do something about that. If they called the SPCA, why is the dog still in there? Usually the SPCA comes like the same day you call them. So likely, they haven't called them. And like, the keep him where the generators are for the air conditioners in the hallway. At least, that's what i think they are. Anyway, he could get hurt in there! It's not right.

In the garage i feel safe
No one cares about my ways
In the garage where i belong
No one hears me sing this song

LET'S ROCK! :0) i love weezer. I love Rivers too. He's such a good writer. I wish i could write sentimental, heartwarming, moving, love-torn songs like he can. And i wish i could play guitar like him. I think he's really creative and great at guitar. He's so awesome. If i could be friends with anyone i wanted, i'd like to be friends with him plus all my friends i have currently. He also has such an entracing voice. I could listen to him sing all day, and i'd never get sick of it. He's just such an amazing guy. Why don't they play weezer on the radio? I swear Hoobastank could take a little break offa Klly 95.3's playlist. I heard 'The Reason' 3 times in the same hour yesterday. there is no excuse for that. thank you Klly 95.3, because i now hate that song. I used to like it, i mean it's a really good song and there's nothing wrong with it, it's just they play it CONSTANTLY and ugh i hate it.

Logan got a new phone. It's really nice, it's a flip phone with a camera. Why have a phone with a camera in it? It's like buying a camera that you talk to. Technology these days. Anyway, it's a nice phone, but i hate it. Not because mine is one of those cheap ones that aren't color or LCD (i could really care less what it is, it calls people, what else do i need besides that and Snake II and IM connected to it?) but because he keeps taking pictures of me. I like taking pictures, but if someone comes up to me and is all "HEY WHOA IMA TAKE YOUR PICTURE ::click::" without me like knowing, it kinda makes me mad. I'm such a hypocrite. I do that to a lot of people. Haha i won't do it anymore now. But like he took 4-5 pictures [that i know of] of me today. Geez i this is the longest entry in anything i think i've written. Maybe because i'm being really open because like no one really knows about this, and if they do, they've probably forgotten about it. I wish i could write like this in my lj, but i know a lot of people know about it and they look at it.

I dub thee, personal online no-one-really-knows-about-this-or-forgot journal. Awesomeness.
Just i have to watch out for the teacher because i'm not supposed to be on the internet during class (whatever a bunch of people are on it anyway). I'm just on here because i finished all my work and i have nothing else to do and need to let out some semi-bottled up things.

Terryn had surgury yesterday and i felt so bad because i was going to call her in the morning to wish her good luck and i totally forgot. I felt like such a mad whore that forgot (all about it after i forgot to call her) that i got bought her a get well card with this really cute kitty on the front. Here's what i originally wrote:

"Hope you have a speedy recovery! Before you know it, us 3 gimps will be back on the field tearin' it up like no one's buisness! Love, Deanna"

Okay like what's wrong with that? Nothing, i thought. But nooo, my dad has to go and bust a cap because he says like i'm saying before we know it we're going to be back on the field... tearing up our knees again. What the heck? Why on Earth would i want to tear up my knee again. Yeah like i want to go through all that knee crap again. AS IF. So i had to white-out all that i wrote and then like it got all goopy and messed up my card. So because of my dad being picky, i messed up my card. I was thinking about making one, because it'd be more sentimental, but it was likw 11:00 at night and i didn't have ideas for a card and i had no colored paper. I was in no mood to color a whole piece of white paper. So next time i'll say "Before you know it we'll be back tearin' up the SOCCER FIELD like no one's buisness." So my dad won't get his underwear all in a freaking bunch.

I'm listening to Bohemian Rhapsody now. The first part is so depressing, like i get sad about Chris, and then the middle where he's all like "Do the fandango" and stuff, i get kinda happy and optimistic about Chris. Like, it reminds me of all the good times we've had at Papa O's, therapy, Soccer Park, vacations... etc. Well, the bell just rang. YES! LUNCH TIME! Later.

-deanna