Well, if there was anyone reading my blog at one point, they aren't reading it now. It's been eight months since I've updated my nonexistent audience on my life, and to be honest, my nonexistent audience isn't missing much. I'll try to start off at the beginning of freshman year and go from there... Although I wish something did, nothing exciting happened until about...never. Biology is the only subject that has been giving me trouble, and I earned an A in first semester. I'm pretty sure I just jinxed second semester. Anyway, Spanish One and (dare I say it) Physical Education have been my favorite subjects. And based on my previous posts, one might be wondering why Intermediate Theater isn't my favorite. There is a simple yet complicated explanation for this; it is not Drama II. There, that's it. The reason I don't like Intermediate Theater this year is because it is not the same as eighth grade. Haha, what a stupid thing. To say I actually miss the eighth grade is about the lamest thing anyone will ever say but for me, it's true. We were a family and the class was the one thing I looked forward to every single day, and now, the only class I really look forward to is the occasional Spanish One class. If you experienced everything we did in Drama II, trust me, you would have an empty hole in your heart where the class once was, as I do. I'm going to stop reviewing my ninth grade year so far now, and go into why I really needed to post today. The story is long and boring, and from reading my earlier blog posts I know that when I go into these type of stories even I tend to hate my blog. So, because of how much I love everyone who reads my blog, I am going to try and make this story short and sweet.. This may be just a couple day thing, but for the past few Spanish classes I've been starting to fall for a junior who is obsessed with weed. Yeah, I know that is probably the dumbest thing you've ever read, but there is a reason. The way he treats me, as opposed to everyone, else just makes me feel so good. He is probably the nicest guy who smokes weed that I've met, and I know that I'm one of not many people to whom he treats as nice as he does. He's not in love with me, I know that, but there is something about him that makes me sit there and wonder if I would ever have a chance with him, which I know I won't. Now, I'm not going to date a stoner but I am so mesmerized by him right now. His eyes, his hair, his smile, his laugh, his intelligence despite everything he does, and his comedic nature is so attractive to me. He is everything I could ever want in a guy, minus the weed and the height and the age. Today some idiot was comedically making fun of my hair color and he turns around and goes, "Is he talking shit to you?" to which I reply "haha, yeah!" And he says, "want me to beat his ass?" At which point I want to melt at the knees. I know for a fact he didn't mean it the way I wanted him to mean it, but trust me, he is only one of a special two or three guys at the prison you call school would say that, even as a joke. Not to mention the fact that, being a weed smoker, that was the last thing I expected to come out of his mouth. I know I'm being a stupid teenage girl, turning little things into big ones, and I know that if he read this he would laugh and never look at me the same, but I had to vent to someone. Wow, that was as short as I could make it, but it was still so long.. There is nothing much more to say about the past eight months. I went to Universal Studios Hollywood with mi familia, and Tahoe to ski, and Christmas was fantastic with the addition of my David Silva jersey. I still miss Scotland like crazy and every day I daydream about what life would be like if I lived with my family over there instead of this hell hole. I miss my family so much...I'm also losing my best friend. I hate wanting to push myself back over to her, but if she feels closer to other people this year than me, there is nothing I can do about it. She has so much more in common with her new friends this year than she ever did with me, and she knows it. I can't figure out what to do. I've never had a friend mean so much to me, and without her my life has litereally been walking around without a purpose. More later I guess,
much love, Heather.