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Sunday, December 2, 2007
Ah, the other half of my oh-so-pitiful love-life. I'm not even sure if my love-life counts as a love-life, since my feelings are most likely not returned. Ah, I'm pathetic. But my patheticness is not the point of this blog. Daniel is. There's not nearly as much to say about Daniel as I said about Zach, but hey. I met Daniel in my after-school orchestra. We both play the cello, he's sixteen, in tenth grade at East High(yes, the High School Musical East High), light brown/dark blonde, has blue as the sky colored eyes, and is about my height. On my first day for the orchestra, I thought he was hot, but he didn't talk at all. It went on like that for about a month: him not saying anything, but listening to my conversations with the other members of the cello section, and laughing at what I said a lot. We finally took a test to finalize our seating. I sat at third, and I was praying that either Daniel or my friend Dana would be my stand partner instead of the insufferable little Isaac who thought he was so amazing. Luckily, Daniel sat next to me, even though it turned out that Dana was my stand partner(she wasn't there yet). When she came, Daniel sat behind me instead, but was consistently poking me in the back with his bow, finally proving that he could talk. I actually got yelled at a lot for talking to him, but it was totally worth it. Unfortunately, orchestra is out for Christmas, and I won't see him till January. All is well, though. Oh, and might I add: He looks sexy in a suit. Not trying to be a creepy stalker, I'm just saying, it's true! |
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❝ The only excuse for making a useless thing
is that one enjoys it immensely;
All art is useless. ❞
