The Journey Is More Important Than The Beginning Or The End.

I'm Almost Better

Well, I went to school Friday. I had to. I had to give me Senior Speech, give Nick his Christmas present, and finish up my assigned pages for Yearbook. Everything went well. I gave my speech, and guess what...? That has to be the first -A I have seen since Kindergarden. I did really well on it according to everyone, and my friend Ernesto said him and I were some of the only kids who were up in that grade area. Charity got mad because she got a C or something on hers. So, my dread for the month was out of the way... and I am now near the end of my project. All I have left is the community fair where I give that speech. Ack... So, I went to Choir, and I was greeted with many "We missed you!" and "It's not the same without you here!" from my friends in choir. Erin and Christina were really glad to see me. Christina gave me the present she got me for Christmas. It ws a spike bracelet! Yeah! And it came with red spikes. The spikes also twist off, and you can put silver ones on. Thanks Tina! Her and I have become really good friends in the last 2 months. She confided into me with all her deep dark secrets, and I her. So, we are like best buds. I had a really wierd dream about her though.

I didn't sing much in Choir that day though. My voice was already strained giving the speech in the previous class. Guitar class came. I practiced my song for Molly there. Mr. Wall eventually came and sat next to me (I sit by myself in a dark corner of the auditorium usually being Brad and Justin hang out with Charity). He said "You need to get a better instrument! You have such skill waiting to come out, and that piece of junk is holding you back from moving on. I really would like to see what you can be." In other words... I need a new guitar. I hope I get one for Christmas. But I don't know... money has been horribley tight lately. Lunch was alright. Nothing outta the blue really. I can tell my stomach isnt ready for the onslaught of normal greasy foods. I was full after a couple of chicken nuggets.

Fourth hour came around. Being I had given Nick his present earlier that morning we jumped right to work on our pages. Everyone else went to the class room and had the Christmas party. I don't know how much of a party it was though. I didn't anticipate being there, so I forgot to buy food to chip in... but no one else brought any either. We had fun where we were though. We talked, and Amanda gave me an hour long back massage. It felt great. It was like fireworks of medicine were going off with each press at my muscles. Then the bell rang, marking the begining of a 2 week vacation. Oh, joy... I MADE IT! And I almost feel better.

I went with Brian (Molly's cousin) after school, and we went and ran some errands. We picked out cards to send to people, and then he brought me home. He hung out at my house for about 25 minutes and we talked of the weekend plans. We might see him at the movies with my other friends tonight. He wanted me to go with him, but I think I will take this opportunity to bond with mom. Life without Justin has been lifting... everything is getting better already. Anyways...

So 6:30 rolled around, and Brian picked us up. We went to the Pizza Facotry and met Mike, Jaime, David, Christina, Erin, Angela, and Danielle there. We ordered our pizza, at and laughed at stuff I would never remember because it was so stupid. Oh yeah... I doodled on the place mats... I remembered to bring my pencil this time. After eating, we walked to the game at the High School (David, Christina, Erin, Angela and I) and watched them play against Whitehall. We wasted them with like 70 something to 20 something. One of the only games I got into. David dropped Joe and I off at home, and I jumped online to see if Molly might be on. Though I knew she wouldn't be being she said she was going to get some sleep that night, I hoped. No sign of her. So I checked my mail and went to bed about 11:30.

I woke up around 12:?? to a phone call. Ryan called me on his cell phone. He got an Xbox and wanted to see what I was doing. He is supposed to call me later. Who knows... its Trombley. Ayways... I am going to see Return of the King. Hasta manana.

Blogged by Marcus Morris at 4:36 PM