I'm so glad the week's over.

So Ray and I moved most of his stuff over to Mom's. There's some stuff that would be really obvious if he packed, and some stuff he'll bring to school to transfer. He'll move sometime this week; Mom's coming back tonight, so we'll discuss stuff then. I realized that this whole situation sounds a lot like a Dawson's Creek episode except for the lack of passionate sex. And I'm sure that could be remedied, right, Jamie? ::wink wink, seductive glance::

Anyway, today was a good day. I should be guilty about ditching (not technically) but I'm really not. I missed some government bookwork and lectures from Ms. Bouret in which she apparently contradicted herself. I'll ask her about getting me the handout.

I need to call Fatemeh. Ok. Left a message. She'll call back sometime. I hope stuff's not too bad.

So. I arrived at school around lunch, and went out to the food court with Stephanie and Jamie and Jennifer B. It was fun. The guy behind the counter at Mongolian BBQ was flirting with me and Jamie. They saw a movie but I didn't because I had to pick up Ray's stuff. Yay, we got most of it. Ran into Sue; he didn't think she'd be there, so it was a surprise. If anyone asks I was there to pick up some papers for an English project. He doesn't think she'll tell where he is after he leaves. He's going to write a letter this weekend, to Sue and his parents. I feel really bad about this whole mess. Though I'm glad I'm there.

Had a good talk with him after Jamie and we went to the Indian grocery. Yum yum.

And the collegeboard site was working and I got my stuff in. I'm so happy about that; finally. Even though I have to correct my birthdate and address (d'oh). Oh well. It's near enough to done.

I'm so bad about scholarships.

Jamie pointed out that hope isn't the same thing as expectations. And she's right. And the whole scholarship thing isn't half so bad when you're rested.

So, Valentine's Day. Not as bad as it could be; actually, pretty good. Definitely reasonable. I got lost and lots of chocolate and yummy stuff and brought Nerds for the Sexy Nerds Club. How appropriate. And got disturbing valentines. I was too tired to do very much. Sorry to everyone, but yeah. Many more things to think about than valentines.

It's sort of weird that we always seem to think of girls languishing at home dateless, and think about guys like they have nothing to worry about. Not quite fair, now that I think of it.

I've decided I'm not going to be depressed. There's no point and besides, it's not like I have my eye on anyone. Except my friends. ::wink::