I’m in the middle of tagging and removing categories for my posts, cos it’s getting long and unwieldy. I apparently have 104 categories. Gay. Tagging and categorising is being evil. Gay. It’ll get done eventually. Really.

I’d like to thank janellebharris for commenting on my last entry! *hugs* I’m quite surprised that people are taking the time to read my angsty, somewhat emo ranting and raving, let alone commenting! See, unlike the other places where I post blog entries, my friends don’t read this one. That’s because they don’t know about it. It may be dishonest and not cool, but at the same time, I need to vent without them being able to read it.

Speaking of venting… I could seriously kill Nic about now. I do understand that things are going to be awkward for a while at least, but there’s no need to act so damn icy! I’m not going to turn around and seduce him every time I open my mouth, poke him or attack him with a tackle glomp!

See, this is why I need him to talk to me. I’m not going to do the whole approach thing like I did the very first time. That got me nothing but very male answers. Well, that, and the fact that he started this particular saga. I’m going to be really childish, and say that he can finish it.

I want to say that I’m mature enough to let it be, and wait for him to come to me. But no, I’m not. I’m kind of talking into a pseudo-stalker. That really is not cool. So, I figure I’ll let it be… At least for now.

On Friday, my friends and I are planning a Friday Night Shop, because we have no school (hooray for pupil free days!). Nic’s supposed to be going, so’s Rebekka. Josh, Skelton and a couple others are confirmed. Josh claims we’ve got about 15 people going. I hope not. The last time we had 15 people (even though it *is* meant to be a mob), Myer Centre security approached us within 2 minutes of arriving in the Food Court. Depending on who’s going, we’ll split off soon after arriving… Last time Nic came, he and I went off for a bit so he could go to Games Workshop, and just plain wandered around…

Thinking positive is the way to go. Any and all frustration I expressed earlier is gone. I miss him. I don’t like it when he’s distant. Speaking of distance (kind of), I had a really good conversation with my new Music teacher. He’s not Barrett, but at the same time, he’s still really great to talk to. I visited him today at lunch to go through some rhythmic dictation. I suck at them – and I have exams coming up. Anyway, we were discussing how a person’s state of mind impacts on their performance with aural work. I mentioned the fact that I did far better with rhythmic last year than this year; my interval and chord work was shocking. He thought it was weird.

But I think I’m done now. I’ve run out of thoughts, mainly because I’ve gone wig shopping in order to find something to turn into a multi-coloured dread senstation! So I think I’ll tag + categorise, and go do some homework for once.