There's a new slang for a person from Michigan. Thank you very much, Rick ;-)

Scandalized my Humanities class today. Yesterday's post wasn't posted just because I felt like being philosophical; it was my philosophic contempltation for humanities and posting it here was the quickest way to get feedback on it from my friends and people who are in my class.

Got some good feedback on it. Both from people I asked and, I'm just finding out now, a couple of other people who read my diary because they're crazy stalkers ;-) No, not true. I hope not anyway.

Anyway, one girl I talk to on AIM sometimes is going through a situation startlingly similar to everything I've already been through. So now we think I'm psychic for posting the essay. Which is quite possible. And it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy that, in some small way, perhaps my experiences can help somebody else.

However, there are some drawbacks to revealing my soul in my diary. I get to school today and anybody who read Saturday's tirade wanted to know what I was going to do about Rebecca. ~sigh~ I don't know. I have people sympathizing with my feelings that she's a bit too clingy (everyone from John, who kinda dated her in 9th grade, to Marian, an acquaintance from the play, who witnessed Rebecca hanging off me on Saturday. And did I mention the fact that she started singing Bob and Dora's sappy song in my ear on Saturday? Scared the shit out of me.) but today at lunch we were back to simply holding hands...and that's not bad at all.

I've said it before, but I'm going to say it again: High school relationships suck.

I've been bitten by the creative bug recently. I think I'm gonna take a page from April's book and write a poem about MIFA. And a poem about being a Sappy Senior. Gah. It sucks being one, but that's how I feel right now.

And now I have to do housework. :-Þ More wonderfully angsty thoughts later, I'm sure.

The rubber duck is on quack.

--Angela

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