My Creeper

THE CREEPER

Name: Michael (I don't know his last name)

Age: 14 (well.. I think. He's a freshman.. like me. JOY.)

Physical Description: Short hair, huge head, slightly chubby, Asian, tall, scary.. the usual smcs (super intense math magnet program) kid creeper

Summary: I can thank John for this one. Last week on Thurday, he taught this really strange kid in our math class my name. That strange kid in our math class would be.. Michael. Michael, the lovely kid who enjoys creeping on me, decided that since me and John are the only blonde kids in our math class (it's magnet functions.. the hardest one, so not to be racist or anything, but naturally it's filled with Asians and Indians), we are married. GREAT THINKING DUDE. Anyways, my full name is Genevieve, but everyone calls me Gen. The teachers call me Genevieve though since that's what is on all their forms. IT (ugh I hate that thing) was like "John, is your girlfriends name Genevieve?" but John was ignoring him (that's a good plan by the way..) he was just like "Yeah Michael." Then, Michael started telling people in my English class everything he knew about me. Including the fact (well not really a fact since it's not and has never been true) that John is my boyfriend. Which he's not. Then, another day during math, Michael wrote ' GENEVIEVE "GEN" STILLWATER ' in his planner and SHOWED IT TO ME. Um.. creepy much? He's so weird. I'll just ask people "Do you know Michael?" and they're all like "Yeah, he's really weird." 

sometimes I really hate you John. 

Catching Up!

The first two weeks of high school were.. tolerable. I wouldn't say they were awesome and I cannot wait for Monday and I love it or anything, but I'm not totally dreading the weekend ending. Other than being really tired, its not too bad.




So, basically what's happened is:

I joined a group of girls.. They're all pretty nice, but they were friends in middle school too, so I'm the new girl. I guess sometimes they forget that I don't know the people they're talking about or to and it would be awkward if I joined the conversation. I miss being able to joke around and be crazy with my old friends. Hopefully, I'll feel more comfortable with them and break out of my shell. 

CROSS YOUR FINGERS FOR ME. 

Any ways.. All the girls from my class last year are having a sleepover in 15 hours and I cannot wait another minute. I seriously might explode with excitement. I finally get to be my crazy self instead of feeling awkward, lost, and tiny bit excluded (and quiet and BOR-ING). THANK GOD. 

I've only laughed with my new friends twice. Once was about how weird my English teacher, Ms. Kellert is, and the other was after a volleyball game last Friday. This saddens me. 

So, this was my slightly depressing diaryish post where I talk about feelings.. Look at me being my own psychiatrist. 







Is anyone else out there the new kid? Does it suck this much for you, because I'm ready to go back to my old school like tomorrow.

okay maybe mine doesnt suck THAT much but still.. I dont really like it.