Well, to start things off, I am a d**k. Anyone, who knows me well, or maybe even not very well, knows I suck with names. A friend of mine I met at the beginning of 8th grade thought his name was something wrong until a month into 9th grade (you know who you are). It is just one of those really annoying traits I have, but I have been fine with it up until now.
(I have to set things up a little) a while back someone told me that someone liked me and I said I did not feel the same way. Then the person who told me asked “why” and I said, “she is not my type”, well as anyone would, she asked, “well what is your type?” so I replied. “Self confident to the point where they think they area gift from god, funny sense of humor (like mine), not self conscious, crazy like me, and can keep up with my kind of lifestyle.” Well anyway here is the point, that person has come along I think…
In English class we got some new student from another county, she is tall and made up of like ten races (I thought she was white…) and she is so cool. She matches every one of my standards and more! She likes the same kind of music as I do, she jokes with me like I joke with my close friends, she loves herself, she even ahs the same eating habits as me (eats a lot and all in one odd combination). We hit it off pretty good, she is cool and I think we are good friends after one day! What’s more, I think I like her. Here comes why I am a d**k. Remember my first part of this entry? I CAN’T REMEMBER HER NAME! Holly crap I think I like her, and I know so much about her, but not her friggin name. I hate it when you think of a face, but have no name to match it too.
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