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| You missed your shot. Okay? I'm just going to outright say it. I looked good today. I got dressed this morning (I guess technically that was yesterday morning) with you in mind. I wore a new, nice, sharp-looking outfit. That plus my new cool earring....come on! Wake up! You just need to admit it to yourself and allow yourself to feel it too. Okay? Don't not let yourself feel something because of what you see when you look at me. Listen to your heart. That's all I ask. What you said last week has something to it. Yeah, I overanalyze everything. I admit it. But this, this is your doing. Now, you need to fix this. Fix me. I've been waiting around for years. Yeah, years. It's been that long. I've done everything I could. I wear my heart on my sleeve. And, you have taken that heart and ripped it apart...several times. Yet, I can't stop or change how I feel. So, now I'm saying it's your turn. The ball is in your court. Okay? Don't miss your next shot. If you get one.
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| I really hate getting mixed signals. I mean, if you can tell two
outsiders how you feel, why can't you tell me? That's just bullshit.
And it hurts. It wouldn't have been a big deal if you had said
something to me at the time, but me finding out later really sucks. I'm
keeping my distance. I don't need someone messing with my head.
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| Some of my students have no common sense.
Example No. 1: I go to the pencil sharpener with pencil in hand.
Student A asks, "Ms. DiSalvo, what are you doing?" I don't answer
because I can't find anything nice to say back. So, I just smile and
walk away.
Example No. 2: A student's cell phone beeps but I can't tell who it is.
So I tell the whole class, "You're lucky I can't tell who's cell phone
that was." Student B says, "Oh, like you're cell phone has never gone
off in class, Ms. DiSalvo." I reply, "Once last year in college but
never in high school." Student B rebuts, "That's because they didn't
have cell phones when you were in high school." I laugh and shake my
head. "How old do you think I am?" Student B: "Well, if you did then
they were the size of shoeboxes." I mean, they were bigger, but not
humungous. Right?
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| Bad night. It started with a library trip. What is it about library
trips that make me start thinking about the complicated issues in my
life? I don't know. Maybe it's because I always look for a book I can
relate to, and said book would have to tackle one of the many
complicated issues in my life. I think I found one in "Perks of Being a
Wallflower." I've heard it's like "Catcher in the Rye" only modernized.
We'll see. But from there, I had a nice pity party while driving around
rocking out to David Crowder and feeling God with me but telling me to
be patient and everything will work out...maybe not the way I want it
to, but His way. I'm still trying to cope with that. Then, the night
got better. I decided to go help Alissa out. She was feeling sick, and
it's no fun being sick and working for the TD and going to class, so I
went to Dahl's and got her the "Pedro Get-Well-Soon Kit," including
chicken noodle soup on-the-go, tissues (with lotion of course), OJ, tea
(Irish Breakfast for her since her last name is Cunningham) and
cough/cold drops that are supposed to help shorten the common cold. I
hope it helps. I miss her, and all of the TD from last year. It's not
the same without them, that's for sure. I did go to B-Hop and YG's
after that. They were quite entertaining and boy crazy/obsessed as
usual, but not enough to help me forget the complicated stuff I was
thinking about earlier. I really just needed someone to listen to me
for once. I had debated calling other people earlier in the night, but
it was sort of late by the time I left campus. So I didn't. I just
really needed someone to talk to and bounce stuff off of tonight, and I
just didn't get it from anyone. I mean, I wasn't expecting anything
from Alissa, but I even stopped at Erin's and she was watching a movie,
so nothing happened. I'm probably just being stupid, so I'm going to
stop with this story. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better.
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You Are A Good Friend
You're always willing to listen
Or lend a shoulder to cry on
You're there through thick and thin
Many people consider you their "best friend"! | | |
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