07 April 2003
Singing "Rock Your Body" in my head. I don't care what other people say, he's pretty damn talented for a guy his age. Not to mention cute. Feel-good music.
Sitting in the journalism lab wondering what I'm doing here. Arney and I were going to skip 5th and eat but then we thought that today was mandatory. Turns out Lunde didn't even show up, that he was called away to an 'emergency.' Wonderful. Could be watching T.V. at Arnono's house but no, am stuck here in lab. Wishing I were home, cuddled in my bed with a special someone to protect ourselves from the blizzard outside.
Reading Rahat's latest entry brought a memory to surface (I like to think of my brain as murky depth-ed pool with information floating near top or sunk to the bottom from disuse). I remember in 3rd grade, before I transferred schools, there was a Korean boy who had a crush on me. He and his friend would always do the beating heart illusion, you know, the one where you stick your arms under your shirt and fake a big beating heart like in the Big Bad Wolf cartoons. And he gave me a pencil from Korea. It was and is a pastel yellow with delicate drawings of a girl. I still keep it in my cupboard full of younger days.
Memories can make you so melancholy.
Sitting in the journalism lab wondering what I'm doing here. Arney and I were going to skip 5th and eat but then we thought that today was mandatory. Turns out Lunde didn't even show up, that he was called away to an 'emergency.' Wonderful. Could be watching T.V. at Arnono's house but no, am stuck here in lab. Wishing I were home, cuddled in my bed with a special someone to protect ourselves from the blizzard outside.
Reading Rahat's latest entry brought a memory to surface (I like to think of my brain as murky depth-ed pool with information floating near top or sunk to the bottom from disuse). I remember in 3rd grade, before I transferred schools, there was a Korean boy who had a crush on me. He and his friend would always do the beating heart illusion, you know, the one where you stick your arms under your shirt and fake a big beating heart like in the Big Bad Wolf cartoons. And he gave me a pencil from Korea. It was and is a pastel yellow with delicate drawings of a girl. I still keep it in my cupboard full of younger days.
Memories can make you so melancholy.