Not my day

Right after 2nd hour, Zhanna asked if I could take her some­where dur­ing 3rd hour. I told her that I would be happy to … even though this would be yet another day that I would ditch Brit. Lit. But I didn't care.

A cou­ple of days ear­lier, I had been talk­ing with Buffy, and I told her that I really wanted to go to Boost­ers with Zhanna. She told me that she would find out what Zhanna would say if I asked her. Dur­ing lunch, she told me that Zhanna said she would say no. I tried not to show it, but I was pissed.

3rd hour came. Zhanna found me and told me she was ready to go. I wasn't really talk­ing to her that much. From that, I guess she inter­preted that I was mad at her, which I was! It looked to me like she had only seemed inter­ested in me when she needed a ride or some­thing else from me. I, for one, really didn't appre­ci­ate being used.

She tried to walk away, and we argued for a few min­utes. I did my best to lie my ass off by say­ing that I wasn't mad at her. It's not that I wanted to lie to her, but I didn't want to make a scene either. She accepted, and I took her to Jessie's house. In the car, she didn't say a word, and I asked her why. She went off on this rant about how I didn't think that Russ­ian peo­ple had feel­ings, and how I was using her! I couldn't believe it … Even­tu­ally we got to Jessie's, and she left with­out say­ing a word.

Goril­las in Our Midst

The play, though incred­i­bly chaotic, pretty much went off with­out a hitch. I think that every­one was sur­prised that we were able to pull it off. It was a nice escape from the ear­lier events of the day.

After the play, Chres and I decided to go to Jason Michaud's place to chill for a while. When we got there, most every­body was there: Tom, Mikey, and Kevin. Juice and Dan weren't, though. And it appeared that Jason wasn't either. I asked Tom where he was. He said, "he's in his room with the Russ­ian girl." I looked at Chres, and we left. On the way back to Chres's house, I ranted about how pissed I was, and we had a great argu­ment about whether feel­ings are good or bad. Because of how pissed I was, I ended up crash­ing at Chres's … Per­haps things will be bet­ter tomorrow.