Love is Like Alcohol and Yearbooks

Today was going good. Until 4th period. It got a tad awkward then. One of my best guy friends Danny was writing something in my ghetto yearbook [I'll explain that later], and I then read it. It says, and I quote, "Oh and I kinda liked you over this past year!![= See you next year!! Oh and there is one girl I didn't tell you who I like you know her but you will never guess who it is." What the heck is that supposed to mean?

CT doesn't like me. It's official. As in, my friend Stella asked him if he liked me and he said 'honestly no'. So I'm pretty bummed about that. Steps to my recovery from boy rejecting-ness:

• Eat lots of ice cream. And other comfort foods. 
• Dance around my room wildly and sporadically. 
• Hang/talk with sister-chicks [my girl best friends] constantly. 
• Write a story.
• Read a story. 

I was thinking about getting a Threadless shirt. Either the one that says, "I'm a Noun!", "Robots Wish They Could Do The Human", or "I Like To Think Outside the Quadrilateral Parallelogram". 

OH, before I forget, my ghetto yearbook, as mentioned above, is epic. Since I didn't get a yearbook this year, I decided to make myself a yearbook. I'm not going to pay 30 dollars for a yearbook unless it's an eight grade yearbook or a high school yearbook, etc. when I can take a two subject notebook that I found in my closet last week and let people write in that. So, that's exactly what I did. Except I took out the divider separating the two sections, and put a duct tape label on the front proclaiming "Rachel *name deleted* Yearbook/Thing". I do, however, plan to get an actual yearbook next year, when I'm in 8th grade, for the whole memory thing and what not. 

Still on the subject of yearbooks, since I have advanced Spanish, the class is a good 79% 8th graders. Maybe more. Anyway, every single girl 8th grader in my class wrote EXTREMELY long letters in their friends yearbooks. One girl is moving down to Ft. Lauderdale, so she won't be going to ANY of her friends high schools. She wrote exceptionally small, and she still managed to write a complete page in her friend's yearbook. EXCEPTIONALLY SMALL. 

We had a locker clean out today. It was pretty interesting to see all the crap people's lockers contain. I didn't have that much stuff though. I wish I had more stuff so I could throw it in the big garbage cans and feel liberated.

Days Left Of 7th Grade: 3.5

Bye Guys! Maybe I'll see you tomorrow! [= 

P.S. I love the Harry Potter fandom SO MUCH. But more about that next blog.