It's about time. Her name is Amy. She is a senior at Bloom and is everything I could want in a girl. She's smart, she's funny, she's easy on the eyes. After all this, I think I've found the one. Okay, let me start off at Friday, say 2:45ish. I was standing with Sam outside after school waiting for his g/f and her friend to show up. I was kind of nervous, but shrugged it off after a bit. When they got there Sam and I piled into the backseat. Okay, the ride over to Sam's house and the first little bit there was a bervous time for me, but I got a little bit of a grip on things. The four of us piled onto Sam's couch. After a few minutes she rester he head on my shoulder and continued to do so for the rest of the time that we were there. We talked a little bit about different things, including one Alex Karpinski. So after a while we went back to the school and then on to our game, where we got killed 46-0. When we got back to the school they were there waiting for Sam so I talked to her for a bit then left, but before leaving I got her number so we could do something on sunday. When I got home she IM'd me and we chatted for a few before she got off. Being that my dad's comp was out of service and she had a band competition, I didn't talk to her at all Saturday. Today I mustered what courage I had and called her up. What was intended to be a five minute "Hey, what are you doin' tonight?" call turned into a forty-five minute conversation. Since she was going to the movies with her friend Alex and then had cheer practice, her day was shot until 8:30ish, but she needed to get a few things at Wal-Mart for Bloom's homecoming week, so she asked me if I wanted to tag along. Of course, my response was yes. So I get home and around 8:30 she calls and then I leave to go up to Buckhorn. We ended up spending a good hour and forty-five minutes there wandering the asles and chatting. After there we took the scenic route to Dunkin Donuts and were there talking and drinking hot chocolate until midnight. I can honestly say I've never felt this way about any girl. I hope she likes me as much as I like her. My voice has a little zip in it and my step's got a little bounce. I've got butterflies in my stomach, and I'm walking on water. Damn, this feels good.

I'm begining to believe, or at least I was for while there, that life is crap. Nothing good was happening. I think yesterday was quite possibly the worst day I've had in a long time. Today was a little better though. Sam Hess might have found me a gal. She goes to Bloom, is a senior, and isn't bad looking. Hopefully this one wont fizzle. Today I started my blog. I'm going to put my journal entries in there. Hopefully somebody will read it.

I think I've encountered my turning point. I'm pretty much all moved in to my 'new' home. My mom and I, due to being poor, moved in with my Aunt Barb and Uncle Don so we can cut down on our expenses. So far I think its workout out alright. My room is a lot nicer here than it was previously. It's got kind of a tropical theme going on, and it seems pretty cool to me. I'm down to around 250 now which is pretty cool. It's been awhile since I've been able to fit into a large, and now that I can it feels kind of nice. As far as my first homecoming dance went, it was pretty sweet. Because I was late in deciding whether or not I wanted to go, I got there about an hour late, which wasn't bad though. I still got to be there for two hours. I was talking to a lot of people there, bouncing from clique to clique. (I'm not really a member of one persay, but I'll talk to people form a lot of different social groups, i.e. jocks, geeks, band/chorus geeks, industrial techies, and amiable rich preps. I haven't cracked the uber preppies, i.e. nolt and his trio, but who would want to? Their heads are so far up their asses reality is about as visible to them as the sun is on an overcast night. But I digress...) As far as the ladies went, it wasn't too bad. I ended up dancing with four girls: Heather Nuss, Kayla Nardi, Rachel Lowe, and Steph Miller. Heather is a good person to talk to, but I don't want to date here, whereas she does. I've beenin that predicament before, so I danced with her. I've been talking to Kayla a lot. She's a junior in my eighth period study hall, and have gotten to know eachother a lot as the year progressed. She's pretty cool, but really hyper. Not bad looking, but a killer bod, but it's hard to notice since she wears loose clothing. Rachel is really cool. A senior, she's a tiny bit punk, which I think is kind of hot. She's not bad looking at all, but has a boyfriend. That kind of puts a damper on things, but I don't think she's too satisfied with him. If someone told me four or five years ago that I'd dance with Steph Miller to the tune of Piano Man, I'd call bluff big time. Step is perfect. She's funny, she's ver personable, and she's very easy on the eyes. I was talking to her and two other girls outside of the gym. She made some remark to me about dancing with her. I kind of shrugged it off, thinking she was not serious. As it turns out, her date left early because the dance was boring. Considering the fact that he left early in spite of his date being Steph, I've come to the conclusion that he is either an idiot or a homosexual, perhaps both. So the highpoint of the night was my dance with ehre. AFter it was all over, Kay and I went to Dunkin Donuts for some Iced Mocha Latte's. After talking to a few other people there I took her home. I wouldn't mind dating her, but hell, if she approved of her last guy with flying colors being the kind of guy that he was/is, I should have absolutely no problem. We lost again last night. Now we stand at 0-7. Even though we're down, it's still fun as hell, for me at least. Going back on my previous train of thought, I need to steel Amanda away from Tweeter. I don't imagine it being too hard. (I hope.)

Another day, another dollar. I'm starting to fall back into the normal routine. School is just school, and football is hell. I've got the SATs on Saturday. I am far from prepared. Back to my normal self, I am tired and I have no focus. I'm not even procrastinating anymore, I'm just not doing shit. Though to me the worst part about it is my apathy towards it all. Football is the only think I care about lately and I'm only mediocre at best. I want to care, but I don't. I need a turning point.

Nothing's really positive. Nothing's really negative. Things are jsut "there." We're 0-5. We're not bad, but there's a huge black cloud hanging over us. Nothing really new on the social scene. No school last week, nothing at all...