Things are looking up?


I met her there and bought her a christmas present. We walked and talked like we hadn't in ages. It was nice. Later we went back to her house, and my parents picked me up from there. Our parents got to talking. My mom delved into my unhappiness at school, how i needed to switch schools. Her parents told my mom all about her school, how it was urban and art-focused, small and tough, independant and cool. And now we are going to look at it, I am most likely going to switch over to it next school year, and I will get to study film and photography. French will have to be studied outside of school, and no matter how busy it gets I will not stop. French is a dream and a lifeline for me. But imagine, me waking up, wanting to go to school in the morning. Waking up and taking the bus downtown and making films. Being with people I enjoy, who enjoy me. Not coming home feeling like shit almost everyday...I am quivering with excitement and anticipation.



I officially broke up with the french boy this morning, as well. It went surprisingly well.



I feel so good. Like a million pounds are lifted off of my back, or are at least lifting, and will be gone soon.