AutumnSting

Hello again. I'm alive. If I pull up my bootstraps I might update. Probably not soon. Who knows - I have a month off before I head back to school. For the last time. Thank Christ.

I didn't really react the way I expected myself to. I didn't cry, I didn't feel emotionally burdened or disjointed.. I just felt.. empty. Almost numb to the whole thing. I knew Steffen back in 6th grade. He was one of the cool kids, and I - as you might have guessed - was not. He played percussion which made him that much cooler, and he acted, which made him desireable by all the girls. Including me. I was akward, stubborn, geeky, quirky, and anything but eyepleasing. I don't know how it came about that I had a crush on Steffen.. maybe watcing him from afar I saw something in him that I wanted to see in myself. Some cliche crap like that mak

Is it even possible that there are 13 more days left of school? ... seems like a dream ... seems like yesterday I was the new kid on the bus, trying to be cool and fit in at a new school in a new country... crazyness. Prom on Friday. w00t. Snaps for beer in the bathtub. Aww yeah.