Haven’t posted art in awhile…

I’ve been so busy D; I’m in such high demand all week.

Monday: Studying with Casandra
Tuesday: Kumon with Casandra
Wednesday: Eating Contest with Jamie and Travis.
Thursday: Singing with Jamie
Friday: Staying over at Jessica’s house
Saturday: Spend the entire day with Travis
Sunday: Refer to Saturday

It seems like I’ve been spending a lot of time with Travis >.> Too much if you ask me but it’s Travis…and best friends talk to each other every waking hour talking to each other. Even if the conversations make no sense or are ridiculous.

But that’s okay I still loves him. Not to be mistaken with the love everyone thinks we share -.-= I love him like my computer, something I couldn’t live without but will one day probably have too. The love I have for him isn’t the same one I have for my brother or my mother. Or a boyfriend, contrary to so many people’s beliefs.

We still have a lot of things to accomplish off the bucket list. So lots of more weekends together. D; Stupid white boy (nickname I have for my Travis -.-= He calls me Short Asian Girl) eats all my junk food every week he comes over. No offense to past best friends…but somehow I feel like this is what a best friendship really is.

You know where you both know everything (even the stuff you would rather not know) in each other’s life? When you like someone and want to tell someone that you like that someone and you tell your best friend and they tell you what to do and you’re too scared to do it so your best friend does it for you?

Or maybe when you just have endless inside jokes with each other because you spent like 8 hours straight talking? When you can openly tell them that they look like crap and they can say back, ‘Looked in a mirror lately hypocrite.’

Sigh I really love this life I have here at WMS…Just wait for Dessau and then I’ll return to my old habits. But maybe people change…and most likely not. Lately I’ve been thinking more and more of the past, something I highly recommend not doing. It’s a pretty depressing hobby especially when I think of all the bad decisions I made, all the enemies I made.

And then I think of Hollister (Casandra and I’s nickname for this certain crush) Man the irony in that situation. I wronged him so many many times and one little thing broke him. Ever spent a ridiculous amount of time thinking about somebody and the longer you thought of them the more you thought of instances where you could’ve changed everything all the interactions between the two of you? Where everything could have been drastically different? If you had only done one small little practically insignificant thing?

Well the longer I think of Hollister, the more I think I’m in love with him. It makes no sense either, its juvenile how I feel towards him. Illogical, but I still do. I think I wrote a poem on this somewhere.

Ugh it’s in the “Notebook.” I wonder if you remember the idea Kimmeh. Well anyways it’s a notebook passed along all the eighth grade girls. Ideally only trustworthy people are passed it since you pass only to people you trust.

Procrastinating again >.> I still have homework from Jamie and Gloria.