March 15th,
7:48 P.M.
I kind of left that last (or should I say first?) entry hanging oddly. Oh well, the one person that I would ever let see this is the one person that can never see it, so why does it matter how I end my journal entries? It doesn't, does it? No, I didn't think so.
I'm getting off the point. Today went pretty much the same as any other day would go. My morning classes go off pretty well, nothin major happening until lunch. Then, in English, we get this great assignment. Our substitute teacher, Mr. Diggs, is always trying to get us to figure out the way that life works, and why things are the way that they are, so on and so forth. His latest idea was to document somebody's life-anybody you can imagine. Of course, most kids in that class jump to some dead history guy, like George Washington, or somebody boring like that. Not that I have anything aganist our founding fathers, but you know what I mean. My mind went straight to Lizzie McGuire. What better way to do this assignment is there? Now I get to spend as much time with her as possible-if there's any time left that I DON'T spend with her-and record a life in the day of Lizzie-her thoughts, her actions, her words, everything she does. Anyway, after the bell rang for lunch, I asked her if she'd be cool with it. She, of course, agreed, and we made plans to meet at the Digital Bean tomorrow after school to get started. I'm going to video-document this whole thing-and Lizzie doesn't see anything wrong with being the star of one of my documentaries, unless you count the one where I hid my video camera around school and...well, that's another story.
Maybe this assignment is what I've been waiting for to open Lizzie's eyes. She'll have to realize how much I care about her-I want to document her life, for crying outloud. I just hope that she doesn't bore me with girl-talk. I love her, but when she's around Miranda, it's impossible to keep up. Not that I want to, but you get it. And I hope that she doesn't chatter constantly about Ethan Craft. Ethan's a good guy, a bit on the thick headed side. Okay, maybe a lot on the thick headed side, but for some reason girls fall all over him. Maybe it's because of that hair. I don't see why Lizzie tries to change for him-she deserves somebody who can converse in more than monosyllables. I think Lizzie's perfect the way that she is, happy and talented and beautiful and entergetic and wonderful and amazing and...perfect. There's no other way to describe her. And yet she has no idea that she's any of those things...she's stuck in the mindset that she's not everything that everybody says she is. She thinks she's unattractive, unintelligent, not a fun person to be around, and it's so far from the truth. If she'd only take into consideration that Ethan is not the brightest crayon in the box, and if he can't see in her what I see in her than he's blind as a bat. That's all there is too it.
The only problem is that Lizzie can't see in her what I see in her, either.
March 16th
5:45 P.M.
I'm heading off to the Digital Bean in about five minutes. I have to meet Lizzie at six to get started on the English assignment. I've gotten together some interview questions to ask her, stuff like 'What were you like as a child?', 'How has your family influenced the person that you are today?', 'Do you feel like you've made a difference in anybody's life for the time that you've been at Hillridge Junior High?'...things like that. I'm kind of anxious about it, you could say. I mean, it's the Digital Bean, and it's Lizzie. Both are part of my everyday life (the latter more than the former, of course) but it feels like this is the first step to the whole taking-things-into-my-own-hands thing I was so fired up about earlier. Oops, there's my mom-Lizzie and the D.B. are waiting.
7:48 P.M.
I kind of left that last (or should I say first?) entry hanging oddly. Oh well, the one person that I would ever let see this is the one person that can never see it, so why does it matter how I end my journal entries? It doesn't, does it? No, I didn't think so.
I'm getting off the point. Today went pretty much the same as any other day would go. My morning classes go off pretty well, nothin major happening until lunch. Then, in English, we get this great assignment. Our substitute teacher, Mr. Diggs, is always trying to get us to figure out the way that life works, and why things are the way that they are, so on and so forth. His latest idea was to document somebody's life-anybody you can imagine. Of course, most kids in that class jump to some dead history guy, like George Washington, or somebody boring like that. Not that I have anything aganist our founding fathers, but you know what I mean. My mind went straight to Lizzie McGuire. What better way to do this assignment is there? Now I get to spend as much time with her as possible-if there's any time left that I DON'T spend with her-and record a life in the day of Lizzie-her thoughts, her actions, her words, everything she does. Anyway, after the bell rang for lunch, I asked her if she'd be cool with it. She, of course, agreed, and we made plans to meet at the Digital Bean tomorrow after school to get started. I'm going to video-document this whole thing-and Lizzie doesn't see anything wrong with being the star of one of my documentaries, unless you count the one where I hid my video camera around school and...well, that's another story.
Maybe this assignment is what I've been waiting for to open Lizzie's eyes. She'll have to realize how much I care about her-I want to document her life, for crying outloud. I just hope that she doesn't bore me with girl-talk. I love her, but when she's around Miranda, it's impossible to keep up. Not that I want to, but you get it. And I hope that she doesn't chatter constantly about Ethan Craft. Ethan's a good guy, a bit on the thick headed side. Okay, maybe a lot on the thick headed side, but for some reason girls fall all over him. Maybe it's because of that hair. I don't see why Lizzie tries to change for him-she deserves somebody who can converse in more than monosyllables. I think Lizzie's perfect the way that she is, happy and talented and beautiful and entergetic and wonderful and amazing and...perfect. There's no other way to describe her. And yet she has no idea that she's any of those things...she's stuck in the mindset that she's not everything that everybody says she is. She thinks she's unattractive, unintelligent, not a fun person to be around, and it's so far from the truth. If she'd only take into consideration that Ethan is not the brightest crayon in the box, and if he can't see in her what I see in her than he's blind as a bat. That's all there is too it.
The only problem is that Lizzie can't see in her what I see in her, either.
March 16th
5:45 P.M.
I'm heading off to the Digital Bean in about five minutes. I have to meet Lizzie at six to get started on the English assignment. I've gotten together some interview questions to ask her, stuff like 'What were you like as a child?', 'How has your family influenced the person that you are today?', 'Do you feel like you've made a difference in anybody's life for the time that you've been at Hillridge Junior High?'...things like that. I'm kind of anxious about it, you could say. I mean, it's the Digital Bean, and it's Lizzie. Both are part of my everyday life (the latter more than the former, of course) but it feels like this is the first step to the whole taking-things-into-my-own-hands thing I was so fired up about earlier. Oops, there's my mom-Lizzie and the D.B. are waiting.