Exam week is slowly, carefully coming to an end ... Unfortunately, no vacation after this, it's right back to school for me next Monday morning. Le sigh.

Exams went pretty well, a lot of last minute studying and late nights, but no major hitch. Except maybe literature. I expect I'll toss my cookies when I see my results from that test.

On the other hand, my english teacher told me my essay that I wrote on Monday was "amazing", that I got something like 98%, and that she wants to type it up and use it as an example for later years.

I told her to go right ahead. I mean, who doesn't want posterity to admire their work, even if it's only some moderately well-written essay about Lord of the Flies?

Tomorrow my sister and I might be going to see "You Got Served", to laugh at the retarded punk-ass white kids trying to look cool, and the people who are going to see this crap-ass movie.

Which would be us, essentially.

"You Got Served"? What the hell does that mean anyway?

"Yeah! You got served with some nasty-ass grammar! Burn!"

Today at school we had a take a picture of the seniors for the inside of the yearbook cover. They took some normal ones and then one "crazy" one.

For which the photographer "forgot" to tell us when to look at him.

So our "crazy" picture will essentially be lots of people staring in different directions ... joy.

Then the boy left to take the bus. He gave me a hug before he left. And a kiss on the cheek.

This isn't my first kiss on the cheek, and I don't want to sound like I'm 11 years old and making a big deal about a stupid little kiss on the cheek ... but still.

I wanted him to stay so much. I wanted him to turn around and say "You know what, maybe I'll wait around here with you." I wanted him to sit at the tables with me and laugh at the little kids through the windows ... Damn, I wanted him to stay with me. But he had to leave.

A friend of mine said today, "What's up with you and him?"

I turned red and retorted with the usual "Nothing, we're just friends."

She said yeah, right, and my name's John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt.

I wanted to say something. I was going to. I wanted to say "It's complicated. He's more than my friend but he's not quite my boyfriend, I like him but I don't know if he really likes me. Help me figure it out."

Instead we changed the subject.

What a wuss I am.

Le sigh.