Fever.

So, last Thursday was my last day of seventh grade, and my last day of school for this year. Now I'm free for the summer, and life should be good. But of course, Monday, my first real day of summer break, comes, and where am I? Lying in bed with a 102 degree fever at 3 am. And now it's 5:30 at night, and I'm only 97 degrees. Hm.

But the day hasn't been as horrible as it could have been. I was supposed to have gone to the movies with B and her new boyfriend (who I asked out for her, oh hooray) to keep it from getting awkward, and I was supposed to go to the fundraiser at the Theatre to perform two songs, but instead, I stayed home. The movie might have been fun but I was never really all that enthusiastic about the Theatre event. So instead I spent the entire day on the computer, in front of the TV, and staring out the window. If not the most interesting afternoon, it was, at least, relaxing. So now I'm feeling better and sitting on the little platform I built in the Palo Verde tree in the backyard, typing on my be-stickered, slow laptop and listening to the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows audio book on my iPod Nano. (It's purkle.)

I would have loved to go to the movies if I was just going with B, but, going with B and C (her boyfriend from school) was really going to be awkward for me. Great. The couple and the girl in the corner. I don't really like C all that much, but he texts me all the time. I'm worried that he likes me more than he likes B, which would make it really bad for all three of us. Apparently he's very nice to her; she tells me he compliments her all the time, and that he told her he loved her just yesterday. Somehow, I can't see him being that kind of person, but I guess I'll have to take a leaf from Dumbledore's book and give him another chance. Anyways, it's not like I've ever heard anything about him doing anything horribly wrong.I just wish I could just drop the whole issue and deal with my own successes and problems.