Note of apology to all those who know me. Lately I've been rather self-centered and horridly maudlin/melodramatic and in doing so has incited much annoyance in several people.

To Flavey: I know you've had enough about my one-line lamentations. I'll stop, I promise.
To Rica: Haven't really talked to you much these past few days... but I'm betting that all these musing you read have become rather redundant and boring.
To Karen: Need to talk to ya! If only I could manage to stay awake after I get home from school...
To Marcy: I sincerely hope you get better... and that the pity from others doesn't crush you

Apparently I give off the aire of a nymphomaniac. Well, at least DJ thought so when we talked a bit before 8th period. He was explaining how he wanted the type of relationship that consisted of watching sunsets and running through fields of daisies. I shot him down a bit for searching for a relationship during highschool (Liz: "Highschoolers are immature, ill-equipped, and melodramatic. I would never date another one again.") but then found some common ground when I spoke about the subject matter of dreams about my infatuations. Cuddling after a long day at work... shopping for china and silverware and linen... bringing him home for thanksgiving dinner...

Later DJ gave me a note saying how he never figured that I'd be the hopeless (albiet semi-disillusioned) romantic that he was...

Which brings me to another issue which has been haunting my time. I told Lauren of my slight infatuation/attraction towards Zach. She asked whether he was gay or not, and upon an affirmative answer, wondered why I haven't tried pursuing him. I think that I've been too scared to try anything. Or timid. Or extremely reticent. How hypocritical: I want someone to hold at night but I'm reluctant to start anything. Same thing with DJ.

Sis' droning on about the concert she went to... frankly I could care less.