I just read the book Boot Camp in the past two days. Quite intriquing in an odd way. I was skeptic towards it first considering my history of checking out the randomest ane foulest books from our school library. I've told Annie about it and my choices really have been laughable. Like The Nature of Jade about a girl who went and visited the elephants to get away from panic attacks, but then starts seeing this guy named Sebestian who lives on a houseboat. That was just terrible.
On to that guy, Will. Eh, I'm still unsure. When I talk to him there are no butterflies. Yes, I smile and feel kinda happy... I know, I know, this doesn't automatically mean I do/don't like him, but I can't seem to conclude if he has feeling for mwah. And though life as we know it won't somehow end if he doesn't in fact like me back, I think being friends might be awkward. The timing seems a little off. Perhaps I should wait a few more months and then dive head first into the deep end. Only seems reasonable, no?
Oh man, I am uberly pleased it is winter break. It will give me time to sort out myself without having to worry about schoolwork. I unleashed a lot of anger the past few days and I think what it boils down to is normal teenage crapola. Which I fancied I could skip. I've seen one brother go through it, and another nearing the final, and sometimes most brutal, stages. I feel like I have no room to complain or as my biology teacher acronyms, B&M.
Now I'm off to change into somehing perhaps a little warmer and take a nap outside. I hope my family doesn't mind.