diary livejournal fossils
Today was decidedly today. It was long, and full of stuff. The usual stuff that goes on on wednesdays. Choir, math, choir, bio, choir choir choir choir choir... Urg. I like singing, but I'll be FREAKING GLAD WHEN THIS BULLSHIT IS OVER. ^.^
Moondog. Thursday. Saturday night; I suppose I'll call her when I think strike's nearly finished, so that she can drive down to my house. If strike lasts longer, maybe we could meet at the school. Whatever.
Deep conversation with Ryan. Real deep.
Kory just asked if it was okay that he touched my neck. He likes to watch me melt. Becker tried, I nearly punched him. Trust seems to be an important factor in this.
I need to work on the spread some.
Lurf