April 7th
2:38 P.M.
Back in study hall. We just got out of an assembly with our High School principal, Mrs. Ungermayer. She was short and kind of round, but she seemed like an okay person. She talked to all the 8th graders about what to expect when we get into high school, and then told us about the class trip to Rome, Italy. Everybody was so surprised-this was the first time that they'd done anything like this. Everybody wants to go, but it's really expensive. Lizzie was estatic. She's in love with things like that, and she's always wanted to go someplace far away, and this is her big chance. She's always looking for adventure. Anyway, she handed out information packets, which Lizzie is pouring over in the desk next to me. She's so beautiful...she has a habit of biting her lip whenever she's concentrating, or when she's nervous-she's doing it now. She looks so great when she does that. Wait, no, she looks so great when she does anything. Uh oh, she just asked why I kept looking over at her. "Do I have something on my face, or are my jeans ripped or something?" She always thinks something's wrong with her.
"No, Lizzie. You look great."
"Aww, thanks Gordo. You're so sweet." Yeah, I'm a real sweet guy alright. That's all she'll ever see me as, a sweet guy and a best friend/brotherly type. Well, not a brother like Matt, but you know what I mean. I don't know why I keep this up, my whole being in love with her thing. She's much too great for me. Oh no, she just looked over and asked what I keep writing in here. I hope she doesn't try to steal it away from me or anything. I better go, before she makes an attempt.
7:17 P.M.
I just got off the phone with Lizzie. She called to let me know that she talked to her parents (more liked begged and pleaded with her parents) and they're letting her go on the class trip to Rome after school gets out. My parents don't care either way-they're big on letting me have plenty of life experience. Besides, my grandmother's been to Rome, and she says it's "wonderfully fabulous" so my mom and dad have decided to let me go too. She went on and on about how excited she was, and how she was determined to find adventure while we were there. Then, close to the end of our conversation, her voice got a little quieter and she said, "Gordo, I'm glad I get to spend that trip with you...I wouldn't want to spend it with anybody else. I'm really happy that you're going, too." It made me feel like I was flying. That's the first time Lizzie's said anything to me like that. Maybe I won't have to take matters into my own hands, I thought. Then she brought be back down by saying, "Oh, Ethan's going too, isn't it great?"
Maybe this assignment Mr. Diggs gave us isn't the perfect opportunity. I was wrong about that, I guess. Maybe I'm going about this whole thing all wrong...there has to be a better way to tell Lizzie how I feel about her-to get her to open her eyes to what's been in front of her her whole life. Wait, wait, wait-I've got it! It's so perfect, why didn't I see it before? Yearbooks come out in about 10 days, I'll write it in there when she asks me to sign her yearbook! That way, it'll be something that she can look at and remember again and again and again, something that will be around for a long time. I'm such a genius.
2:38 P.M.
Back in study hall. We just got out of an assembly with our High School principal, Mrs. Ungermayer. She was short and kind of round, but she seemed like an okay person. She talked to all the 8th graders about what to expect when we get into high school, and then told us about the class trip to Rome, Italy. Everybody was so surprised-this was the first time that they'd done anything like this. Everybody wants to go, but it's really expensive. Lizzie was estatic. She's in love with things like that, and she's always wanted to go someplace far away, and this is her big chance. She's always looking for adventure. Anyway, she handed out information packets, which Lizzie is pouring over in the desk next to me. She's so beautiful...she has a habit of biting her lip whenever she's concentrating, or when she's nervous-she's doing it now. She looks so great when she does that. Wait, no, she looks so great when she does anything. Uh oh, she just asked why I kept looking over at her. "Do I have something on my face, or are my jeans ripped or something?" She always thinks something's wrong with her.
"No, Lizzie. You look great."
"Aww, thanks Gordo. You're so sweet." Yeah, I'm a real sweet guy alright. That's all she'll ever see me as, a sweet guy and a best friend/brotherly type. Well, not a brother like Matt, but you know what I mean. I don't know why I keep this up, my whole being in love with her thing. She's much too great for me. Oh no, she just looked over and asked what I keep writing in here. I hope she doesn't try to steal it away from me or anything. I better go, before she makes an attempt.
7:17 P.M.
I just got off the phone with Lizzie. She called to let me know that she talked to her parents (more liked begged and pleaded with her parents) and they're letting her go on the class trip to Rome after school gets out. My parents don't care either way-they're big on letting me have plenty of life experience. Besides, my grandmother's been to Rome, and she says it's "wonderfully fabulous" so my mom and dad have decided to let me go too. She went on and on about how excited she was, and how she was determined to find adventure while we were there. Then, close to the end of our conversation, her voice got a little quieter and she said, "Gordo, I'm glad I get to spend that trip with you...I wouldn't want to spend it with anybody else. I'm really happy that you're going, too." It made me feel like I was flying. That's the first time Lizzie's said anything to me like that. Maybe I won't have to take matters into my own hands, I thought. Then she brought be back down by saying, "Oh, Ethan's going too, isn't it great?"
Maybe this assignment Mr. Diggs gave us isn't the perfect opportunity. I was wrong about that, I guess. Maybe I'm going about this whole thing all wrong...there has to be a better way to tell Lizzie how I feel about her-to get her to open her eyes to what's been in front of her her whole life. Wait, wait, wait-I've got it! It's so perfect, why didn't I see it before? Yearbooks come out in about 10 days, I'll write it in there when she asks me to sign her yearbook! That way, it'll be something that she can look at and remember again and again and again, something that will be around for a long time. I'm such a genius.