It can’t be Monday. It must be Tuesday. Today has crawled by at such a slow pace, it truly could be Friday.

I keep remembering last week Friday. Don’t ask me why, but it’s just stuck with me. Kyle sat next to me in band today because we were cleaning our instruments today. “Why didn’t you take me to the mall too?” He asked.

I froze, then turned and looked at him with an almost icy look and a tint of color on my cheeks. “I uh…I dunno. It’s not like you wanted to go anyways right?”

“Yeah I did.” He said.

“Who told you that I went to the mall?” I asked him.

“Him. I called him up on the phone and asked if he wanted to do something, but said that he was going to the mall with you.” He said wiping a bit of grime off his Tuba.

I thought he wanted to keep going to the mall a secret. We…well, more like he doesn’t want anyone thinking that we’re going out again. I don’t care when people ask me. All I have to do if smile sweetly and shake my head. I don’t see why he gets so defensive about it. It’s kind of like drugs, just say no! (Haha! Aren’t I ever so clever?)

Yesterday’s skiing was terrible. The snow was grainy, so I couldn’t get going very fast, and it made me go back to the ‘make a pie slice with your skis’ teaching method. I’m not used to such shitty snow. My freckles didn’t come back very well either, and I wish they would have. Well what do you expect? I spent an hour and a half there.

I found out a few days back that my best and earliest childhood friend may very well be pregnant. She’s late for her period and she had sex with a guy without protection or birth control. I wonder what she’ll do if she’s pregnant. I know I’ll always be there for her…if she needs me. She’s so high up on the well known/ popularity latter that she’ll always have someone else other than me for her. But those preps are so shallow and will hate someone the next minute if their make-up isn’t heavy enough. Ah fuck it. I’ll be there for her, whether she needs me or not.