I realized that all my entries are kind of boring lately ... It's not quite that I write better when I have angst and issues 'n shit, but for some reason writing a diary seems more justified when something is wrong.

Everything is going great, right? So why pour it all out in a little box? That's only useful when I've done something wrong, or stupid, or I feel down, and then I can analyze and re-analyze the situation over and over in my head til the topic is exhausted, beaten with a big stick and lying lifeless at the bottom of a large staircase.

The boy is such a sweetheart. Sure, once in a while he'll say something completely crude and horrible and borderline insulting, but for some reason it's still funny. And he likes me. He tells me every day how much he likes me, how pretty and perfect I am. And every single time I get the WHEE! feeling like when I use to go to the fair and ride the swings.

Sometimes I think I don't say enough of that to HIM. We agreed not to kiss at school, because it pisses me off to no end when people are siamesed at the lips in the MIDDLE OF THE FRIGGIN HALLWAY ... But that means that I NEVER kiss him, because I never talk to him outside of school apart from phone conversations and the occasional instant message.

And I know he wants to kiss me, but I stand by what we agreed on at first. Besides, with both his ex-girlfriends roaming the halls, wouldn't it be kind of ... I can't find the word. Tacky? Obvious? Showoff-ish? I don't know.

In other news I'm non-officially accepted into college. I still have to pass the audition on March 20 for the Music part, but if ever I don't get through I'm always accepted into Humanities. Go me.