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sugarandice) wrote2010-11-03 10:05 pm
sugarandice) wrote2010-11-03 10:05 pm
November 3, 2010
Trick-or-treating with a group of Lower School girls is... interesting, to say the least. The more sugar they have, the faster they speak and the more high-pitched their voices become. I'm pretty sure by the time we returned them to their dorms, only dogs and perhaps a few Skinwalkers could actually hear them.
Other than that, it was fairly uneventful, which I'm coming to understand is a good thing, especially with children. I hope everyone had a good holiday. Strange to think that there's only three weeks of classes left before break.
[PRIVATE]
Three days later and I still can't figure out quite where my head is. I should have known better than to dress as a faery... or at least better than to have shown up at home in the costume. Really, I shouldn't care what they think, but as much as I pretend that nothing touches me, it's still not fun to be mocked. Even if it's only by your mundane brother's idiot friends.
I looked good, though, and Peter liked it. Peter...
That's the crux of all of it, isn't it? Peter. Peter who I couldn't tell I wasn't interested in anyone currently. But what does that mean? And what does it mean that when I was upset, I wanted to be closer to him when usually I push people away?
Sometimes I don't understand myself. And I only have one person I can talk to in general, and I certainly can't talk to him about this in specific. Which leaves me... spinning in my own head.
Other than that, it was fairly uneventful, which I'm coming to understand is a good thing, especially with children. I hope everyone had a good holiday. Strange to think that there's only three weeks of classes left before break.
[PRIVATE]
Three days later and I still can't figure out quite where my head is. I should have known better than to dress as a faery... or at least better than to have shown up at home in the costume. Really, I shouldn't care what they think, but as much as I pretend that nothing touches me, it's still not fun to be mocked. Even if it's only by your mundane brother's idiot friends.
I looked good, though, and Peter liked it. Peter...
That's the crux of all of it, isn't it? Peter. Peter who I couldn't tell I wasn't interested in anyone currently. But what does that mean? And what does it mean that when I was upset, I wanted to be closer to him when usually I push people away?
Sometimes I don't understand myself. And I only have one person I can talk to in general, and I certainly can't talk to him about this in specific. Which leaves me... spinning in my own head.