So. Grandma's gone to Indiana for the weekend. She gets to see Erik. I'm jealous.
Last night, I had a dream that featured Shane. I woke up very displeased with myself. Also, I've been waking up to find myself holding Xander. Tres pathetic?
Library orientation went well. I'm the oldest one. It looks as if the library will be taking up most of my time.. not because I have a set schedule, but because I'd rather be there than here. So, after tutoring, I'll be shelving books, reading to children, and other librarian type things. I love it.
This morning, my writing was picked apart by vultures. It was less than pleasant.
I haven't been online most of the week. It was wonderful. Chad and I played Scrabble and mom and I played Scattegories. I baked a cake and started a new story. Most of the children that I associated myself with are people that I'm now through with. I realized that they were causing unnecessary drama and, in order for me to be happy, I'd have to stop indulging them with the thought that I cared. So. School has been lovely. I get an average of ten pages written a day and I usually eat lunch with a teacher. Intelligent conversations ahoy! Also, the extra conversations in Spanish are really helping my fluidity.
I actually feel good. Waking up isn't a chore, and David said that he's glad that he always sees me smiling. Yesterday during Spanish, we had a conversation about self-injury. He's worried about me. It's nice he cares. He's a swell boy. Patience is really lucky.
Mom said no more calculators. Pencils are okay, but no more calculators. Well. She's awfully nice.
Sarah's party is today and I may go to a show with Beth. It would be nice if I could remember some way to contact her.. But, for now, let's just hope I don't get killed with all the excitement that Pizza Hut has to offer.