Class Bell

I'm here at school, during lunch, in my lab, amonst some extremely cheerful folks, watching some comedic videos a classmate of mine has created. I brought my Radiohead data cd, listening to the entirity of it. It'll be easy from here on out. We have lab for the rest of the day. My english teacher is somewhat nosy, and, upon my arrival to his class, he pulled me aside and stared fanatically, asking me where i've been and if all the missing days were excused. I gave him a few glances to his forehead and said probably not. He said in a more sinister tone, "do your parents know? and are they mad at you?" I said they were pissed, making sure to give the assumption they knew, and, after a few more moments of his stare, I made the insinuation that i was going to try to stop. I really do need to try to attend this stupid school because it's my last year, and i really don't want any trouble that may be already on it's way.
I'm ready to leave, but i've retained my feelings as best i could, refraining myself from leaving. But I did go out to my car to get these data CDs, and, looking around a fair deal, smoked half a cigarette in an attempt to stay composed and apt for the second half of the school day.
I might have to work tonight, and i'm betting it's almost certain, another five to eight shift in the Arby's workforce. "Arby's Roast Beef Yes Sir", said the old man, and, just as back then, that's my attitude there. Work, work, work. Just get the preclose done, and just chill, taking orders as they come.
Things with Stephanie are good. We talked alittle about how we misinterpret each other on the phone with our invitations to each other's houses. Okay, i think it was me who mentioned that, but she agreed; and i think i saw a few smile, inferring she was satisfied with it all. I just told her i wanted to see her, and it sounded like she didn't want me around this past evening. She told me otherwise, saying she had wanted me around, but she wants me to know i have my freedom to hang with friends and such. I do like hanging with friends, and i do need my time alone; but i need to see her. And i want to see her more than spending time alone or with other friends, excluding the times i'm in a depressive stint, needing to think.
We've been hanging around with our friends, together and apart, more it seems. I like hanging out and trying to have a good time with her friends. It's good innocnt fun most of the time. This is leaving out, of course, the alcoholic party I had on friday. I was pretty messed up that night. Good times.
But above all, i need to be worrying more about my future. Well, worrying isn't the right term for it. I need to be preparing or practicing for the future. Attend school, and just finish this freaking year, get things in perspective and straightened out. Where do i want to go and do, and get completed all the requisites for that (example: ACT). It's amazing how cigarette can make such a big difference in my mood. Going from thinking about leaving to not caring in the least about the next half the day. Anyways, i need to get a few things for class out of the way, before i can continue doing what i want to do. Once again, I love you StephO, miss you a bunch.

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