Sponge,

I decided to write while I wait for my show to load on the other window. I'm watching Smallville. It's okay. It's sort of corny, BUT I LIKE IT. Alrighty?

Today was yet another lazy day. It's been a lazy week, really, because our school's girl's team and boy's team (don't ask what they play, I think it's basketball with the girls and football with the guys, IDUNNO) got to state, or whatever, and there are a total of THREE freshmen. In the whole school. We still have to do a lot of work, but it's more fun with just a few of us. We all get along pretty well, too. I'm kinda sad that the week is over.

One of my friends, Morgan, is dealing with some drama. Something about her dating this guy after dumping this other guy who just happened to be sort-of-friends with her current boyfriend, and now he's not friends with him and is trying to split them up, and gave Morgan a necklace even though they aren't dating, and BLAH BLAH BLAH. I pretended to care, but she just talks and talks and talks and I just sort of tone out her voice after a while. It's like a little mosquito buzzing constantly by my ear, eventually. All high-pitched, garbled words that I could do without hearing. She doesn't seem to understand that, though.

I've had some drama going on since I moved here five and a half years ago. My two best guy-friends, four just plain ol' guy-friends, and five guys I've never really talked to before like me. A lot. I can't even hang out with the guy-friends anymore due to the fear that they'll put a move on me. BECAUSE THEY HAVE BEFORE. And to put some icing on the cake, my best girl-friend also likes me. She's a bit less blatant about it, though, and respects the fact that I'm heterosexual. Gawd, enough about all of that, though.

It was an early-release day today. I forget why. We got out at 12:35.

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My life is boring.

I guess I should start out with the typical "Dear Diary," but that doesn't feel right to me. That's seems like something you'd put in a letter to an acquaintance, but a diary is a lot more to me. In fact, it's in a totally different category. Like . . . "Confidante." But a journal doesn't really listen. So . . . "Unresponsive Confidante." But that's not too warm, really. I realize that this diary doesn't have feelings, but it does act as a sponge for my thoughts and events that occur in my life. I feel I should be a little thankful. Let's try "Sponge".

Dear Sponge,

Today was a very unproductive day. I attempted to tidy my room, but I got distracted and winded up playing Mario Kart with my brother. There really isn't much to say. I just lazed around, ate popsicles, read, and did my yoga. I'm reading "Lord of the Flies," at the moment. It's quite good, but I set it down today and now I can't find it. Oh, well. What an awful day for my first entry - I really have done nothing.

Write later.