There's a dance tonight. Ooooooooh. I'm sorta really excited. Since Junior said she'd do my makeup and all. So I might not look like a ten-year-old. Wouldn't that be nice.
Apparently Sophomore's crushing on Creeper (this freshman boy who stalked me for a couple weeks at the beginning of the year, hence the name). And he'd go for her, too, he's desperate. Fuck life. Well, with any luck, he spontaneously combusts. But that's probably not going to happen.
E's having a hard time of it right now. I feel so bad, but I just don't know how to handle it. He knows I don't like guys, and he gets that it's never going to happen. I just wish I could like him. Everything would be so much easier.
21 days until Thanksgiving break.