In the Dust

Today is the last day of classes. It finally hits me that there are no classes tomorrow!! Wow, I am really kind of slow at this. Last year, we had parties on the last day of school. What did we do on the today? Hmm... in French we had a scavenger hunt, in English we put on a play involving Chris wearing an absolutely hideous mask, and Sammy wearing a strange rainbow color wig thingy on his head. In Social Studies, the DBQ. Why should we do the DBQ ON THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL?! In short, nothing is the same as before.

On that note, nothing IS the same as before. It seems like on the last few weeks of school, people have been falling in love this way and that. Did you know that some people think love stinks? I'm not really sure, having never experienced true love myself, but I have heard. That whole incident about Andrew backstabbing one of his good friends (and my classmate/friend as well) is one example. The person he likes... is very shallow. Nice, but shallow. And WAYYY concerned about her looks. At least he told me about it though.

Some people, such as people I am acquainted with but am not best friends with (*cough color-head cough*) don't tell me anything. People who I consider a friend don't tell me anything about their love life, which makes me wonder, "Why do people want to know in the first place?" I guess I am a hypocrite, for I do like to know about these things. It's entertaining. It's like a scoop of celebrity gossip, but gossip is never good. Entertaining, yes, moral, never.

If anyone truly knows me, they would know that I truly care about the people I talk to. Even if I talked to you only once or twice... I would still care about you. Possibly not as much as I could care, but I would definitely think about you and your problems. I guess I would say I'm a good listener... sometimes I think I might make a good psychologist. Which is weird, you know? It seems like if I talk to someone often enough, I can figure out what they want to say or what they're going to say and how their going to react. Beware, the mind reader.

Okay, this is a weird post. Going from last day of classes to me being a psychologist... how did I get there? That's another thing you can count on me for doing. Changing the topic... countless amounts of times. I never feel like I'm interesting to talk to, but sometimes, you never know.