You’re lucky to even know me

Today was boring. We didn’t have our afternoon classes because we had to watch this quiz bee in the auditorium and it was ho-hum all the way. I sorely regretted not bringing my Discman, today of all days when I needed it most! My friends were so bored that we ran out of things to talk about, so we had no choice but to slouch in our seats and stare at the stage glumly until the entire affair was over. There was one interesting part though…there was this girl in my batch who danced ballet to Christina Aguilera’s I Turn To You. Let’s call her Marie…I always thought she was a great dancer cos she always talked about what she does in ballet practice and stuff. Look, I’m no expert in dance whatsoever, but she was dancing like she only memorized the steps. Absolutely no feeling, and she was as stiff as a board as well. And then after I Turn To You, she danced to Come On Over and at that point I started to feel really embarassed for her. She looked like one of those four year-olds who try so hard to mimick ballet steps. To think she says she’s already in toe shoes! I was so embarassed for her I couldn’t watch, but at one point I glanced and she looked so ridiculous! Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, I told myself mentally as I looked away. But then I caught Michelle’s eye (she was sitting next to me) and then I couldn’t control it anymore…both of us were laughing so hard we were holding onto each other and wiping tears away from our eyes. God, I feel so mean. I wasn’t the only one laughing though; everyone else in my batch was laughing too and the sad part was, poor Marie thought we were laughing because we enjoyed it. Well I guess in a way we did because it woke us all up.

In the end our section’s representative, Princess, had to answer a tiebreaker question with this sophomore girl. Everyone thought Princess would win but I had a feeling the sophomore girl would beat her….and I was right. Whoo! I’m psychic.

My skin is totally pissing me off. I’m not getting pimples anymore, but it’s very oily! You know those oil-control films from Clean & Clear? Well after every three hours I’d use one of those things and I have so much oil that the entire paper darkens. They say that people who have oily faces won’t get so many wrinkles and would look eternally young. I guess that’s all right but then in order to look eternally young do I really have to look my worst at an age where looks matter the most? I’m not making any sense, haha. I started getting conscious of my looks ever since I learned about High School Night and the interaction. Guys think I’m too maarte (finicky), at least, the guys that Glyka knows. They’re not really my kind of guys but it scares me…what if all the guys think I’m too feminine (which I am, but there are others who are worse, believe me!) or what if no guy can accept the fact that I’m a non-conformist or what if I’m just too much for any guy in this world and I’ll have to grow old and die alone? Perhaps I should consider a life in a convent as an option. Instant ticket to heaven!