Friday, January 29, 2010

April 29, '98

Di--

HE touched me, and I have the world's most obnoxious male specimen to thank for it.

The obnoxious male specimen is Fayez Gazan. I swear, if there were a jerk award, he'd win it by a whisker-- Gorgeous would be an eighth of an inch away.

ANYHOW, we're writing paragraphs in English, and we're down to the check-it-over-with-your-ASSIGNED-partner-stage. I was assigned Jerkboy. (It's totally unfair how the teachers pair Fran & me --the smart ones-- w/ jerks like him when he doesn't even LEARN from his mistakes!)

The airhead was being an asshole & pretending he couldn't read my writing or understand my vocabulary. (What do you expect from a guy who doesn't even know how to punctuate his own sentences- much less spell his own name?) He pretended he couldn't read sounds, and just when I was beyond royally pissed off, he called in the love of my life to "investigate."

Oh, God, oh God, I thought as my sweetie skimmed the paper.

"Whoa... this is supposed to be a paragraph, not a page," he said.

I turned away, annoyed, on the verge of ripping Bimbo's paper to shreds. (Since I couldn't do that, I did the next best thing-- marked everything I could find).

Fayez asked E.K. about "sounds," & how it didn't have the right spelling. Of course, being Jerkhead's friend, he was apt to agree.

"I know you thought you were the best speller in the world," he said, patting my shoulder. I wanted to take that hand & slap him clear across the face at that point!

There're a million other annoying things he did, but I'm too angry to write them down. I don't care if Eli DID "touch me." What's the big deal, anyway?

Steamed,
Vanessa

Di--

HE touched me, and I have the world's most obnoxious male specimen to thank for it.

The obnoxious male specimen is Fayez Gazan. I swear, if there were a jerk award, he'd win it by a whisker-- Gorgeous would be an eighth of an inch away.

ANYHOW, we're writing paragraphs in English, and we're down to the check-it-over-with-your-ASSIGNED-partner-stage. I was assigned Jerkboy. (It's totally unfair how the teachers pair Fran & me --the smart ones-- w/ jerks like him when he doesn't even LEARN from his mistakes!)

The airhead was being an asshole & pretending he couldn't read my writing or understand my vocabulary. (What do you expect from a guy who doesn't even know how to punctuate his own sentences- much less spell his own name?) He pretended he couldn't read sounds, and just when I was beyond royally pissed off, he called in the love of my life to "investigate."

Oh, God, oh God, I thought as my sweetie skimmed the paper.

"Whoa... this is supposed to be a paragraph, not a page," he said.

I turned away, annoyed, on the verge of ripping Bimbo's paper to shreds. (Since I couldn't do that, I did the next best thing-- marked everything I could find).

Fayez asked E.K. about "sounds," & how it didn't have the right spelling. Of course, being Jerkhead's friend, he was apt to agree.

"I know you thought you were the best speller in the world," he said, patting my shoulder. I wanted to take that hand & slap him clear across the face at that point!

There're a million other annoying things he did, but I'm too angry to write them down. I don't care if Eli DID "touch me." What's the big deal, anyway?

Steamed,
Vanessa

Friday, January 22, 2010

April 22

I’m sick and tired of trying to please “him.” I wore my hair differently and put on pretty gold hoops. I thought I looked pretty good. But did I get a whistle of admiration? An approving glance? Nooo.

What WOULD you get, though, from an adorable, popular guy out with Lena Lenin?

Plus, he’d be embarrassed to say anything in front of “the guys.” Then there’s the “married” factor, and we musn’t forget, Di, that he doesn’t know I exist. I’d give up “pursuing” him, but—and I echo the cries of girls all across the world in the same boat as myself—why does he have to be so darn CUTE?

Vanessa

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

April 20, 1998

Di--

I've got the most unique relationship w/ Eli out of me & my two friends. He hates Tess & Francine because, excuse my language, they love to piss him off, and do so frequently.

My relationship is entirely different. I've done nothing to aggravate him, never talk to him, so --ta-da-- he doesn't know I'm alive! Or maybe he does & just doesn't care. This IS Eli Klein we're talking about after all!

Francine-- hates Eli
Eli-- hates Francine

Tess-- doesn't care, hates him at one time or another
Eli-- hates Tess

Vanessa-- is madly in love with Eli
Eli-- doesn't know she's alive

At least Eli knows Fran & Steph ARE alive. (Not that they care, and even though it's because they annoy the crap out of him).

The good thing is that Jerkface (very good-looking Jerkface) has probably a decent opinion of me since I never bother him & he never bothers me.

On to a not-involving-Gorgeous-subject, I'm gradually becoming more grateful for having such awesome (best) friends. I mean, in their not-so-showing-it ways, I feel that they really care about me. Fran in particular has this trait I really hate, yet love, at the same time: She can ALWAYS make me laugh, especially when I'm really sad. I guess that's why I like her so much. She really cares about me, and I in turn would do anything for her. I'm really lucky to have her as a best friend, and even though she can be annoying, as I'm sure I often am, that's part of her charm. With the exception of Tess (because I don't like one more than the other), I don't think there's a better best friend in the whole world.

Tess. Sorry if this sounds sick, but I'm crazy about her. Not the way I am about you-know-who, though. Like I said about Fran, you couldn't find a more perfect friend.

She's friendly, caring, warm, inspiring, and at all the right times. She isn't as funny as Fran, but I'm glad she's not. It's part of why I like her so much. I could go on and on, but I've painted a crystal clear picture of the luckiest girl in the world-- me. Why? Because I've got the best friends.

A lot of times, I feel I don't deserve them. I know I'm not exactly the world's greatest friend. Far from it.

I don't understand. Why do they need me? Francine's the funny one, and Tess's the logical, caring one. I'm none. So why am I still around? My friendship qualities are not exactly ones to be admired. I'm rude, mean, sarcastic. So why, WHY, do I have the two best friends in the whole world?

Thursday, January 14, 2010

April 14

Still safe.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

April 13

I'm scared, Di. I talked to Fran, and she said that over vacation, Nora & Belle called her. They're two popular girls, & probably called out of boredom.

Why am I so nervous? Belle just recently became popular. (Remember, she and I were pretty close). I told her about Eli (that I like him) during that same period. Even though I've only mentioned him a few times to her, what if she's told Nora? I've had this continual fear, but it was strengthened when B & N told Fran they'd try to call me; luckily I was in Florida, which my wonderful friend reminded them of.

I'm terrified! What if she has? It'll be all over the 7th grade (and possibly 8th) in minutes. It's bad enough that I like him-- he's going out w/ someone on top of it! My safe secret may not be so safe anymore!

April 13

Di--

Haven't written in here awhile. Nine days, to be exact. We were on vacation during that time period (in Marco Island, Fla). I brought you along, but didn't really feel like writing.

Isn't it weird? You'd never know from looking at me that I like Eli "hunky" Klein. And really, I'm not supposed to. He and Lena are an "item," remember?

L. keeps asking who I like. She could ask every person in the 7th grade (male), and skip him. I mean, in her (and my) mind, there's really no reason I should like a guy who's part of a happy couple.

That's the nice thing, though. No one will ever guess. My secret's safe w/ me.

Vanessa

Sunday, January 3, 2010

April 3

Forget stupid! Daddy says Mr. Lamott wants to move me to the smart math class; he's gonna see if the others approve. I am currently at a 100.3 in his class. Truthfully, if I can't ace my tests in the dumb class, I'll be humiliated in the smart. It's nice to know I was thought of.

Vanessa

P.S.-- If I move, Fran'll be by herself. Too bad. Oh-- what about my "baby"? Wait, he barely knows I'm alive. He'll survive.