I know I already updated today, but I have urge to type up my diary lately. Today two of my first periods were in the same classroom - they were both business classes. We didn't do much in the second though, so I got a chance to chat with Ashley, who opened my eyes on some stuff that was going on before my very eyes. She told me that one of the guys I like is a major stoner, not that I ever thought he wasn't. But now, that I know that for sure, my feelings are kind of mixed and confused. Instead of worrying about him and his future I just calmly decide to op liking him and move on to the other 6 guys in my list. Now, I came up with something that completely shocked me. I was sitting on English class and I finished pre-test early and started thinking about two guys. One - I like, but don't care about. Second I don't like, but care a lot about. Kind of weird, isn't it? I mean, I am totally digging Joe, but if tomorrow I found out he was a drugdealer, had AIDs and had two months to live I would just cross him off my phone book. But if he-who-shall-not-be-named(thank you Bridget for a good idea for a nickname) decided to do drugs, I would totally freak out. And I don't even like him... We are not even friends... We never even talk... We are two different individuals who have nothing in common. And I want it to be that way, I wouldn't want to change anything. When we talk, we only hurt each other. When we don't, we never feel the pain. Then why do I care about him so much?

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