My Current Rankings

One thing I have found at this New School is that people do not question the crazy. New Friend Justin and I skip through the halls with our arms linked, we speak in British accents, and have drawn-out handshakes for entire conversations, and not a soul casts a discouraging eye. Our entire group can drape ourselves in an undoubtfully scandalous position, and nobody in a golf cart pulls up to wag a finger. I'm doing relatively well in my classes. I haven't failed yet, right?

I feel very romantic and optimistic about this school. Believe it or not, I'm understanding Biology again. Hooray. I'm doing alright in Math, except for the fact that I simply do not know how to factor polynomials anymore. That information got up and left my head after seventh grade, and it didn't have to come back, ever. Or so I thought. My counting disability is nothing I feel too badly about. I may fail this class, but I will [pray that I] pass every other class, and if that's not good enough for my mother? I don't know what is.

Luckily for me, I inherited Dobbl's friends. Though she makes the point that she had "no" friends, a complete and utter fallacy, I have had the good fortune of spending my lunch periods with Markie, Crazy Ass Brayden, Carly, and Girl I Just Forgot the Name Of Who Vaguely Reminds Me Of Someone I Don't Know. They are nice people. They will buy you a Capri Sun if you are thirsty. They will heat your food, because you make the Eyes at them. I have also had the pleasure of listening to This Kid Caleb rant in a slightly country accent, but I couldn't tell if he was playing, or if he was just one of those punks. I have occasionally had correspondence with Black Ass Mofo Brandon and his jubilant presence. Today, we ate with The Boy With Aggressive Curls. He was nice enough to let me boing his set of maniacal ringlets. And there's Justin, that bundle of joy, and the dozens of legs laid upon his. Oh, Justin!

In other news, The Ass and I have been talking to each other politely with more and more frequency. I'm not going to tell you specific details, because I'd seem crazy, but it's been nice. We've been treating each other less like acid ex-questionabilities and more like old neighbors. Awkward moments, stupid sentences, pokings, and all. But somehow that doesn't matter to me. I have Lalo now, a boy who isn't afraid to love me. I have Jason, who is my everything. I think I can stand to be "just friends" with a boy for once. Gay Boys everywhere, I call to ye! Hear that, America? Take this phallus and shove it.