Quizzes and A Survey and Thoughts

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I have many signatures in my yearbook, but not nearly as many as I want, yet . . .

Mom is annoyingly nosy.

Mom: *is reading Amy's yearbook signatures.*
Amy: "Mom, don't read those."
Mom: "Oh, but I just want to see who signed it!"
Amy: "You're so nosy. I don't want you to read those."
Mom: "I'm just looking at a few of them!"
Amy: *gives Mom a look and goes over to the computer to get online.*
Amy: *looks back a few minutes later at Mom, who is still perusing through the yearbook front and back, quite intently.*
Mom: "Who's Daryl Fletcher or whatever?"
Amy: "Mom, I told you not to read those. This is why."
Mom: "Oh, but he said he 'always had the biggest thing for you.' Who is this boy?"
Amy: *Sighs.* "Mom."
Mom: *Takes last read, and then puts the yearbook away.*

Yeah, so Daryl (Flicker, not Fletcher; my mom can't read) wrote that he "always had the biggest thing for me." I never had any idea. I thought that was kind of sweet, in a yearbook, end-of-the-year sort of way. I certainly don't know him that well, just from random talks with him every once and a while in middle school, and every morning before Psychology when he says hi to me and asks me how I'm doing, and I usually say, "I'm good," and ask him the same, and by the time we finish, I'm in class, lol . . . He gave me a piece of gum before school the other day. It's funny how these things happen, really.

I saw Mulan II, thanks to Tiffany ^_^ and I was quite satisfied, actually. It wasn't terrible, like most Disney sequels. Sure, it was cheesier and more trite, but that's too be expected-- but it wasn't perfectly DUMB!!! *Rejoices.*

Being at the lake feels nice, and yet really painful. I don't have to leave the lake behind, like I do all the people, and it's nice just to wander around and notice all the things that have been stable for just so many years, even more than most of the people I've known.

I'm really taking this leaving very hard. I'm stressed out as hell, and I still think I was never meant to live this long, long enough to see the end of all of this. I'm started to get obsessions about death that I have to compulse out ("look in the mirror three times in a row, or you're going to crash into the next tree"), and they're quite calm, not the anxious ones I usually get, that make me do it fast so that I don't die.

I still feel stressed out and half-dead over the Alice situation. I don't know how to deal with it. I don't know how to deal with anything. I "lack coping mechanisms," or something . . .

Nichole's home now, and Kristina and I have her yearbook and her jacket, which she left in the yearbook room before her accident, for her now.

Quizzes and A Survey and Thoughts

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I have many signatures in my yearbook, but not nearly as many as I want, yet . . .

Mom is annoyingly nosy.

Mom: *is reading Amy's yearbook signatures.*
Amy: "Mom, don't read those."
Mom: "Oh, but I just want to see who signed it!"
Amy: "You're so nosy. I don't want you to read those."
Mom: "I'm just looking at a few of them!"
Amy: *gives Mom a look and goes over to the computer to get online.*
Amy: *looks back a few minutes later at Mom, who is still perusing through the yearbook front and back, quite intently.*
Mom: "Who's Daryl Fletcher or whatever?"
Amy: "Mom, I told you not to read those. This is why."
Mom: "Oh, but he said he 'always had the biggest thing for you.' Who is this boy?"
Amy: *Sighs.* "Mom."
Mom: *Takes last read, and then puts the yearbook away.*

Yeah, so Daryl (Flicker, not Fletcher; my mom can't read) wrote that he "always had the biggest thing for me." I never had any idea. I thought that was kind of sweet, in a yearbook, end-of-the-year sort of way. I certainly don't know him that well, just from random talks with him every once and a while in middle school, and every morning before Psychology when he says hi to me and asks me how I'm doing, and I usually say, "I'm good," and ask him the same, and by the time we finish, I'm in class, lol . . . He gave me a piece of gum before school the other day. It's funny how these things happen, really.

I saw Mulan II, thanks to Tiffany ^_^ and I was quite satisfied, actually. It wasn't terrible, like most Disney sequels. Sure, it was cheesier and more trite, but that's too be expected-- but it wasn't perfectly DUMB!!! *Rejoices.*

Being at the lake feels nice, and yet really painful. I don't have to leave the lake behind, like I do all the people, and it's nice just to wander around and notice all the things that have been stable for just so many years, even more than most of the people I've known.

I'm really taking this leaving very hard. I'm stressed out as hell, and I still think I was never meant to live this long, long enough to see the end of all of this. I'm started to get obsessions about death that I have to compulse out ("look in the mirror three times in a row, or you're going to crash into the next tree"), and they're quite calm, not the anxious ones I usually get, that make me do it fast so that I don't die.

I still feel stressed out and half-dead over the Alice situation. I don't know how to deal with it. I don't know how to deal with anything. I "lack coping mechanisms," or something . . .

Nichole's home now, and Kristina and I have her yearbook and her jacket, which she left in the yearbook room before her accident, for her now.