man... almost went to sleep without putting something up here. oops.
so many different things i want to write about, but i don't think i have the concentration skills to write them all out.
i went shopping today! got lots of fun clothes, and just neat stuff to dink around with when i'm bored.
i'm looking forward to tomorrow. tobias is bringing this book, comic book i think? about the tick. remember that show? yeah, it was cool.
i.. feel sorry for scott. i talked to my mom about him a little bit today, on the ride home. he's had a rough life. it's hard to imagine what he went through growing up. i love scott, i adore him for every one of his strange quirks. he's not normal, not at all. but that's why i love him! he's fun and original and he doesn't follow the usual rules. but, well, i guess sometimes that's not so good, because he wasn't very happy growing up. he feels like people have let him down, and he's lashing out in one of the only ways he knows how. i only hope i can let him know how much i love him, before i lose contact with him and our relationship revolves around holidays with the family.
anyway. i'm in this kind of happy daze right now. it's really funny, seriously. michael's acting so weird, he keeps asking me all these funny questions. i intimidate him with my 4.0 gpa - he's never dated a smart girl before, i guess. it's cute, it's funny, and i can't wait to see him again.
i've been thinking a lot about people. how you're raised can determine so much about who you are, but sometimes it has nothing at all to do with your personality. it's just... so random, so completely unpredictable, how people will act and react and end up affecting the other people in their lives. do we really know how much our side comments can change someone's day? how our actions can determine someone else's morals? it's so intimidating, to think that i might be responsible for ruining someone's day. but it also feels good, knowing that at the same time, i can be the person who makes everything better. and either way... i never know it's happening. scary, isn't it?