Tuesday, May 24, 2005

I get so giddy around some people. I know, hard to believe that I could actually become giddy and be unable to talk to someone, but it's true. Actually I only get giddy around one person, but I'm sure it would be something of the same if I were to meet Hayden Christensen or Jude Law or Ryan Seacrest. I just don't know why I can't be my normal cool and collective boy-crazy self around such people instead of a raging fan type. Sigh.... He's so attractive.

Virginia Faith at 10:19 PM

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Saturday, May 21, 2005

Rachl: Oh, I'm sure there are a bunch of guys at Reno High just lining up to make out with you.

If only that were true.

You know what else sucks? When you are attracted to a good friend but you can't tell them because you are afraid of affecting your friendship.

Right now I'm in kind of an everything sucks mood. Basically I'm sulking. I think I deserve to sulk at least a little though.

You know when you want something really bad, and then you get really close to obtaining this something but you can't quite get it, and then it makes you want it all the more? Yeh, that also sucks.

Virginia Faith at 9:17 PM

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Friday, May 06, 2005

AP tests are over for me. YEY! I must say it was actually much easier than expected. I mean the multiple choice, well yes, it was more like multiple guess. But the essays went so much smoother than I was expecting. I think I did very well on the DBQ especially. But I'm so glad that it's over now. Now it's movies in history for the rest of the year. Hooray!!!

Virginia Faith at 7:38 PM

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Thursday, May 05, 2005

I hate how our society has become so damn concerned with being politically correct all the time, and making sure that they never insult anyone. There's common courtesy, and then there's just plain irritating. Like my tuba instructor. He's always so concerned about insulting me; always assuming that I feel a certain way about something he says, and before he says anything he is always saying that 'he doesn't mean to insult me' or something like that. It gets so irritating. I went to dinner at Applebees and the waitress said something and then she says "Excuse me for saying that, it was not PC." Agh. Thats what I have to say to all the overly sensitive dumbasses around the country who have complained that they were insulted by people saying Merry Christmas because it doesn't include the way they celebrate the holidays. It's no longer Easter Break, it's spring break. Not Christmas break, winter break. Also, to all the insanely feministic women out there, some of us happen to like and approve of old fashion gender roles. All your complaining and bickering may be making you feel better, may be making you feel like you make a difference in the world, but for ladies like me, you aren't doing us any favors.

Virginia Faith at 4:59 PM

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Wednesday, May 04, 2005

It's hard to imagine that a person could miss something so much. I mean really...you forget after a long period of time just how much you used to really enjoy something. It was nice to refresh my memory.

Virginia Faith at 4:47 PM

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Sunday, May 01, 2005

I looked out the window of the busy little coffee shop. It was dark outside but the street was partially lit from the almost burnt out street lights. I watched the band set up for the show very cooperativey. I was sitting next to a girl I didn't know. "Are you friends with one of the band members?" I asked. "Yeah. I'm the guitarist's girlfriend," she replied. "Awesome. I'm friends with the bass player...and the drummer...but mostly the bass player."

More people began to pile in. It was pretty much standing room only. I was sitting only a foot away from the drumset and I prepared myself for a loud show. They began the first song. The drummer was jumping all over the drums like he was the only care of the world. The guitarist would stand there and for a moment he'd get really into it. Then he would look up at the crowd then back off a little, as if he were nervous or embarrassed. I looked at the bass player. I struggled to hear him over the overpowerful drumset. Somehow I could hear him through the way he moved. It were though he were making love to his guitar. Fascinated by his unique style, I stared at him closely, not to miss a single move he made. By the end of the show, he had also given the crowd a run for their money by putting forth an eventful vocal performance. The band played their last song and I watched him one last time. I watched him love that guitar over and over again and left there thinking, what a lucky guitar.

Virginia Faith at 9:57 PM

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The best thing about it was there was no school. Besides that, Disneyland was not the trip of a life time. I spent almost the whole time listening to people argue, listening to ancient history, and thinking about things that I really didn't want to think about. The best part of the whole trip was dinner and a couple of last minute rides with the adults. It was nice to get a break from school though, even if I did miss meditation time with Mr. Ross.

I almost revised my crush list last week. I was getting confused as to where some people in my life stood. These past couple of days though, I have realized that nothing has changed. I thought just because my number 2 crush started being incredibly nice to me, that meant 2 wasn't enough. But frankly, 2 is more than generous with him. It's not that he did something wrong, because he didn't, it's just that the center of my attention can only be on one guy at a time, and my main attention shouldn't be on second best.

Virginia Faith at 9:44 PM

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