Well expect me to be calling you to see if you're okay when I'm not around, asking if you love me; I love the way you make it sound.

Yesterday I sold pecans outside of Hobby Lobby for an orchestra fundraiser. Even though it was around 60° outside, the wind chill made it feel like -263859704°. My lesson teacher also set up for a few kids she teaches to play Christmas carols at a retirement home, so I did that as well.

Today I went on a hunt for an ugly Christmas sweater with one of my friends for "Ugly Christmas Sweater Day" tomorrow at school. We succeeded in finding some ugly sweaters, unfortunately we couldn't find any Christmas ones. Tomorrow should be fun.

My parents left awhile ago to go to a football game with one of my dad's customers and his girlfriend. Unfortunately I'm not going to throw the coolest party of the year while they're gone. I'll do something even better; play video games, go on Tumblr, blast some music and sing loudly even though I have a sore throat and it will sound absolutely horrible, and watch a Christmas movie if a good one is on tv. I probably won't be able to sleep tonight, so it seems like a good night for me to call him and talk, since now he ignores me in orchestra to talk to his other friends.

The orchestra concert is Thursday. I'm excited. I'm also a loser for not talking to that guy in my physics class. But now he seems uninterested. I don't blame him.

"It’s like my heart can’t be tamed, and I fall in love every day. I feel like a fool. I have to face the truth, that no one could ever look at me like you do. Like I’m something worth holding onto. There’s times I think of leaving, but it’s something I’ll never do.
Because you can do better than me.
But I can’t do better than you."

I never felt this lost before, and the world is closing doors.

I had a pretty busy week/weekend. At least it seemed very busy to me.

On Thursday one of my friends picked me up to go to her house to bake cookies with another friend. The other friend wasn't answering her phone, so we left her a message that sounded like my friend was having a baby in the car, haha. We went to her house to go pick her up [kidnap her, actually] when she got home from shopping. I also butt dialed one of my friends by accident that night and he heard our conversation of the "uno and triplet disorder" and how both of my friends have gone far with guys, possibly a few other things as well. Quite the night.

Friday I went to IHOP with one of my friends from the night before and another friend. At IHOP one of the waiters did a card trick for us. He was so cute. :3 We went back to her house afterward and watched the 1st Harry Potter movie and baked brownies. We also listen to a lot of crappy rap music, which is always fun to shout with your friends. :)

On Saturday I watched the second and third movie on TV since there happened to be a marathon of the Harry Potter movies on ABC family. I also finished an art project that I've been working on for the past few weeks. It's worth 50% of the next test grade and due tomorrow.

And finally today; Went to Barnes & Noble to get the third Harry Potter book, got a new pair of shoes and some socks, practiced violin for 40 minutes, and now I must study for the physics test I have tomorrow.

Other events that happened during the week; Found out the guy who stalks one of my friends likes me and wants to "make a move" soon; I decided to give up on a friend who has been obnoxious an hurtful to me for awhile; and I caught a guy in my physics class looking at me a few times. I will talk to said guy next week. :3

This has been quite the week.

"Guess I'll have to be satisfied with cats and old records."

"So, dumb guys go for dumb girls, and smart guys go for dumb girls? What do the smart girls get?" "Cats mostly."

November is over, and December has almost begun. 25 days until Christmas, and it's almost 2011. Time is going by way too fast. Next year will be my senior year, and then I'll be off to college. Then I'll get a job, a house, and be forever alone with my 27 cats. That's the plan, anyway. Or maybe I'll find a nice guy? Wait, is this now a possibility?? This leads me onto the rest of this post;

Ah yes, more boy stories to be told. Saved the best for last. :3

1. Well, recently I've been wearing a bit more makeup than I usually have. This boy that I knew since freshman year is in my US History class. We haven't really talked much in the 13 weeks we've been in that class together. I think he's slightly afraid of me because I was quite the violent one freshman year. But today he asked to be in my group, and he wanted to talk to me while walking to 3rd period. Weird, much? Yes. He kept glancing at me, his behaviour was strange. But my friends have been telling me how I look so much prettier with eye liner on, and how I look more confident and approachable, and "hot". Obviously this is true.

2. Guy in orchestra smiled and almost walked up to talk to me today in the hall before orchestra started, but saw my friend was talking to me and [smoothly, in a totally not obvious way] turned around and looked embarrassed. Hah.

3. Same guy as #2; this will be kind of difficult to explain.

We had sectionals in orchestra today. Violins had to stay and play, but violas, cellos, and basses could study, hang out, or go decorate a Christmas ornament. (We have a Christmas tree in the orchestra room) He stayed in his seat while I was playing, and when she said the seconds could go do whatever, I went to decorate an ornament. He got up and did one too, and sat next to me, but at a distance, not like right next to me. But close enough where it was obvious. He didn't even say anything, I don't even remember if he said "hi" and I don't remember if I did either. Just sat there. He was doing nothing in his seat, but when I chose to decorate an ornament, so did he. I found it strange.

I swear, this makeup is like magic. Maybe I won't be needing this amazing sweater after all;

Also, tomorrow is National Be A Creeper Day. "The one day of the year when it's completely acceptable to be yourself." I'll be sure to join in the fun.