To save me from tears.

I keep my distance,
But you still catch my eye.
Tell me baby,
Do you recognize me?

Now I know
What a fool I've been;
But if you kissed me now,
I know you'd fool me again.



Last Christmas is absolutely my favorite Christmas song.
I'm sitting in the school library. I hate one of the ladies who works here. She always comes around and yells at me for eating food and using headphones and writing blogs >:| Even though I'm not supposed to, LOL. But none of the other three ladies who work here ever notice! -_- She's just too...what's the word that means you're too paranoid and check up on things more than you have to?
La da dum. I think I should try writing a blog everyday again. But that never seems to work out. xD We'll see how it goes this time. In fashion today, we were using tablets, and it was really nice because I love tablets, to the point where I hate mice, and would rather use a tablet pen anyday. So it was easier to maneuver :D
I'm taking some practice permit tests, because I know I'll fail a third time [and have to take drivers' ed all over again, ah!] if I don't study hard, for once xD Why do I suck at rules and regulations? I almost didn't pass Driver's Ed the first time...and I got a D on my final, lol. Failll- maybe I shouldn't drive. Maybe it's a sign that I'll be a miserable driver and kill us all O_O
Hmmmmmmmmm you know. There's this thing about the people here [at South Lakes]. I think they're kind of dumb :X Like reading their writing makes me criiiiiiinge. So bad D: And they make stupid jokes. That aren't funny. Like the other day, this girl at my table was like "You know how Taco Bell has those black tacos now? I didn't know black people had their own taco!" and the whole table cracked up in laughter. Except me. Because it wasn't funny. I don't even think it was racist. I just think it made no sense whatsoever xD
Bleh. I miss Falls Church more than I can explain in words ;_; Everytime I zone back into reality, I realize I'm in some strange new world where I feel like a freakin' foreigner. And I just want to go home. I feel lost and alone. And glimpses of you guys appear and disappear in seconds, and everytime the past is brought up, I want to hurt, but this happens so much that I've gotten used to it. I've forgotten how to be in emotional pain.