It bugs me that I can't talk to the guy I like. It's great to talk to him when there are people around, and he's incredibly entertaining, but when the other people leave, the conversation dies. I guess I'm just kind of boring. I can never seem to hold people's interest. There are some people who I click with, and can talk to for hours effortlessly, like Nikki or Nathan, or Devin, back when we were still friends. However, there are some people I can't keep a conversation going for. I don't think it's a permanent condition, though. I used to have a really hard time talking to Alex in middle school, but now I can just talk to her. The conversation may still die sometimes, but it's a little more of a graceful death. Rather than an awkward, lingering, pathetic death. Maybe all it is, is that I don't ever expect the conversation to last, or try really hard. Lowered expectations, that's what I need.

I'm trying to stop being such a slacker. I didn't get near as much done this weekend as I should have, but at least I did something. Now all I have to do is the science stuff for tomorrow and the math for friday. And I'll attempt the spanish and computer science. Actually, I should do the computer science first since it's only two problems, and it's usually really easy. But, I need to make sure all these looming long-term projects don't bite me in the butt. The deadlines for the world lit paper and the world war one paper are coming up. And I need to keep working on my comp sci i.a. The good news: my spanish oral is officially OVER, so now I can stop thinking about suicide (no, I don't want to kill myself, that was my topic), and there aren't any math i.a.s this year. Hooray! Kind of.

Hmph. I bought a bottle of cherry coke and, feeling nice, I was looking around for a recycling bin to throw it into. But, apparently they've gotten rid of all the recycling bins in the cafeteria... I know they had some at one point, because Eric always insisted on recycling the aluminum cans of pop in ninth grade. I can't believe I remember that. Jeez.