first day of school

So I told Marcos I needed space. I don't think he quite got it. He put me on a guilt trip again, like i knew he would, and he forced me into a compromise. Why does he have this control? Because I give it to him. Duh! Whatever, I'll just be a complete bitch to him and hope that works. School itself wasn't too bad. I got to read a lot. I only have one teacher I don't like too much. He's my algebra 2 teacher and he's monotone and boring and i'm not good at math in the first place. Hopefully I pass anyway. I still haven't done Ms. Robinson's homework but I plan to. Why does she insist on knowing so much about us? The first question she asked: Name two major, recent events that had a major impact on your life. I can think of two right now. Mat and Mandi. You know what? I have a stupid crush. Maybe it's not stupid. It's actually the smartest crush I've ever had. Nima. He makes me smile and I loved it when he held me at the Intensive. He was so sweet and I felt safe. He makes me feel like a little girl with a crush. Every time the song Summer Love comes on I can't help but smile and think of him. I don't even like Justin Timberlake too much. According to my mom and Aunt Ruth when he looks at me there are fireworks in his eyes. But if he likes me so much why doesn't he say something? Is he shy? Or does he even like me like that? I don't know. I promised myself I wouldn't chase guys. I need to know who I am before I go after them. I don't even ever need to go after them, they need to come after ME! You know who can't sing? Jesse McCartney. He sucks! He's whining and annoying. So are the Jonas Brothers. Give me the Backstreet Boys, Jason Mraz, Lily Allen, Regina Spektor, Tara Louise. Not whiny pathetic little disney bands. Whatever. I'm exhausted. I have to wake up and take a freezing cold shower in the morning cause my mom forgot to pay the gas bill last week and we can't get it turned back on until tomorrow during the day. Oh well. That that don't kill me can only make me stronger. Something to live by.