I burn candles and stare at a ghost deep inside of you

I notice that I can’t seem to get enough of sleep lately. I’ve started to take hour-long naps a couple of days ago and early this evening I ended up napping for two hours. Maybe this means I’m going to get taller? My sister used to nap every afternoon around the time she had a growth spurt and although I don’t aspire to be as tall as her, an inch or two will do fine for me.

I find it strange how I sometimes have good days when I least expect it. Despite all my misgivings, today went really well. My review classes started again this afternoon and we got the results of the mock UPCAT (Uni. of the Philippines College Admission Test) we took last week. I’m proud to say that I got a 91 in Language Profficiency (that includes Tagalog). The rest weren’t so good. But not bad eh, considering that I hardly lifted a textbook all summer. My score ranked number twelve in the class, and when Nenok and Tintin asked me what my rank was they were pretty impressed when I told them. Oh yeah, Nenok actually chose to sit beside me the entire time.

Then during the half-hour break I found myself actually sitting in the same table with two of my least favorite people in school–Tintin and Nenok (Nicole was absent today). It was an overwhelming experience because in school I would go out of my way just to avoid standing next to them. And there I was, actually laughing at Tintin’s jokes. They are way, way nicer to me now than they were back in school. Nenok isn’t even acting like a bitch. I guess they’re really not as bad as I thought they were. I still feel a bit awkward around them though, I don’t want to assume that we’re all instant friends here or anything. But if I can survive thirty whole minutes with them alone, then maybe I can get through the next two weeks unscathed and in one piece. Life can be very, very ironic…

I’m also starting to notice that chinito guy more, and it turns out that Patsy thinks he’s cute as well. He was sitting at the very back of the classroom today and I’d pretend to look at the lecturer walking up and down the aisles while I sneaked glances at him. Towards the end of the class, Patsy mouthed to me that she thinks I stare too much. “I do not!” I exclaimed indignantly. Patsy stuck her tongue out and did a demonstration; she stared at me, looked away for about a second and stared at me again. Ugh, so maybe she’s right. I suddenly remembered Kapst telling me the same thing, that I stare too much at my crushes. I guess I don’t exactly act very subtle when I have a crush on someone, but what good is a crush if you don’t stare at him and admire his cuteness, right? But what if he caught me staring at him? See that’s the problem with guys sometimes. You sweep a glance in their direction and they think you’re interested. I don’t want him to know that I like him, not yet anyway. Things are complicated enough already.