the storm.

i went to the yearbook preview thingy. it was fun.

i wanted to cry a couple times. just cause my friends are all graduating.

thursday, the tears will come. no worries.

but, boy. do i have stories.

first story.

- the one where i almost kissed jesse de st jeor.

what?

story time, kids.

we were signing yearbooks next to each other.

i might have a crush on him, so it's fine.

he turned, facing me, to give someone their yearbook back.

i turned, facing him, to give someone's year book back.

our faces were probably two inches apart.

looking back, i should have just kissed him.

heck, he's graduating anyways, it's not like i'll see him anytime soon.

dang.

second story.

- the one where i wanted to beat that kid up.

you know which one.

i gave my year book to dallin to sign. cool, i'm signing his.

but a certain kid, took my book from dallin and signed it,

without me knowing.

this is what he writes.

"kirsten - we had a good first half of the year

and i hope things get better! your cool"

reason 1 for wanting to beat him up:

after 5 or 6 months together, you have like, two sentences to say to me.

reason 2 for wanting to beat him up:

"your cool." really? that's it?

reason 3 for wanting to beat him up:

not using the proper your/you're. (see quote above)

 if you're going to make me mad, make sure you're grammatically correct.

let's be clear.
i don't really want to beat him up.
i'm just a little disappointed.

for some reason, i don't think i'll miss my junior year.