the little fat girl inside of me is crying.

I'm over thinking this whole thing with my teacher. All I need to do is talk to him, and if it doesn't work, I just need to talk to the office. Its not that big of a deal. I shouldn't be this upset. I nearly cried over it.

On the other hand, I was nearly on a high yesterday when I decided to message my old camp counsular, John. He's from Ireland, and I used to have the most insane crush on him. After about 10 minutes of talking to him online, he said that he should call me sometime so we can actually talk, and I told him to call me right then on my cell phone (I was at Ellens) so I paced on the sidewalk in the cold for a half an hour so I could talk to him. Best conversation I've had in awhile. It lifted my spirits immensely. Ashley started to throw jelly beans at me because she was bored, and so I ended the conversation with much protest from him, promising to talk to him today. I wasn't able to talk to him today.

The only time he was online was when I was at my cousin's dance recital. There's always tomorrow.

My cousin's dance recital was so precious. Little girls who don't follow direction. In one of the songs there were older kids in the back holding signs, and my cousin got distracted and just stared at the signs for most of the song... but finished with grace with the last couple of steps. My family was in stitches.

I feel like driving my head into the sidewalk.

a new piece melted @11:09 p.m.