Well. Aparently I was quite wrong about the whole breaking up thing, as was made abundantly clear to me today. So now I don't have an overwhelming sense of depression hanging over my head.
Unfortunately, we have kept this relationship a secret from everyone, and it was all going fine unil about two months ago, my best friend tells me that he likes this girl, and that I'll never guess who it is. *sigh* Well, I did, it was, unbeknownst to him, my girlfriend. So he still knows nothing, but all of a sudden he has taken it into his head that he should tell her what his feelings are, and is asking for my opinion.
So my options are rather limited. I can either tell him to go for it, and set him up for failure, or I can tell him to not, and have him repress his emotions. This a fun choice.
On an unhappier note...
Apparantly, I'm not out of the frying pan just yet (and I thought all I had to deal with was the fire). You all recall the rotten whore of a student teacher I was raving about, well, it looks like my focus teacher wants to "talk" to me.
Generally I don't know what the hell talk means, but with Mrs. Deal it sounds like you are going to be in deep shit no matter what it really is. For example, one day, Mrs. Deal told me that she wanted to talk to me. I spent the whole day in a worried daze, unable to concentrate on anything, and when focus rolled around, all she wanted was for me to help her move so0me stuff for the dance, and she had in fact told her entire focus that she wanted them in her room, not just me.
The whole point is that even though when she "wants to talk to me" I always assume the worst, I have reason to beleive that I am not going to be very happy tomorrow.
Anayways, Happy Saint Patricks day all, thanks for listening.
Posted by FlamingGodSmiley at March 17, 2004 11:07 PM