And she wonders where she's supposed to be.
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I have realized my love for Superchic[k] runs deeper that water. I remember sixth and seventh grade when I was completely addicted.
Now, you can say I'm a complete loser for turning to secular music. Okay, not really. What I'm saying is...that I feel like a worse person today than I did back then.
You probably have no idea what I'm babbling about. Which is fine. I have decided to break it done into simpler terms. I've picked up a habit of using rather large and complex words in my sentences, thanks to Debate.
I think I'm not going back to that class next year. Mmm. Who knows?
Ah, yes. Where was I? Oh. I feel worse now because I feel like I've been too orientated with the crap that's happening in my life, rather than focusing on the positive. Jesus and I have been chatting, and I think it's time that I stop thinking about the Boy of the Year and start spreading His Word out.
Yes, Boy of the Year. As with Angela-tradition, there will be a boy that I am completely head over heels for. Said-boy will implant himself in my life for a year or so (Tyler was an exception- he managed to stay in my head for a year and half, or more) and I will suddenly decide to attempt to get over them and write a book about it. The end.
It's depressing, really. Especially when my resolve breaks so easily. I hate it.
Boy of the year is a Debate/Forensics kid now. He likes a girl that I don't know. I don't even like this boy. I mean, I barely know him...but it was just one look.
Just one look made me fall. I don't even think he knows my name.
...my birthday is right around the corner.
-Angie
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