47 Stars in This Background

Yes, I counted them.
No, I don’t know why.
Actually, that’s a lie. I know exactly why.
One of them looked slightly too close to another one, so naturally I started counting all of them because apparently this is what I do with my Friday nights now.

There are 47.
I moved three.
Everything is fine again. You can all relax. 😉

E. called earlier and wants to go out tomorrow. H. is coming too, so I said yes. I still need a couple of things before school starts, and Mom says I need to get something “presentable,” which usually translates to something I don’t particularly want to wear. I genuinely don’t understand why clothes somehow become more acceptable just because they’re uncomfortable. This is one of those adult rules nobody has ever adequately explained to me. I talked to M. for a little while tonight.

Nothing important.
Don’t start.
He said something stupid, I called him stupid, he told me I’m impossible, and somehow we still ended up talking for another forty minutes.
Completely normal.

Also, I am NOT turning this page into one of those embarrassing boy diaries.
If that ever happens, somebody please disconnect my modem.

WAITING.
Remember me,
Eclipse