"The stars will cry, the blackest tears tonight."

Credit for the title goes to Story of the Year.

Yes, it's my third post today. I'm bored. That's dangerous. I have no one to talk, though I am considering hanging out at Ryo's blog and posting random things. But he hates me when I'm bored.

So what could I talk about. What in my life could interest anyone at all. I don't know why it would.
The party at Ari's house. She invited me. Well, it was more of her sister's, and it was technically a "Shakespeare" party. There were people from our school and a few not I think. It was weird. I couldn't stop blushing and staring at my feet. I thought I had gotten over my shyness. Scratch that. I thought I had suppressed my shyness. Apparently not.

People terrify me. Especially new people. I didn't know anyone and this one guy kept looking at me. Ari said he was like that. he somehow manages to stare at everyone at once. It was still scary. I kept staring at the wall or floor and cautiously float my eyes across the room, only to see him looking at me. I hate it when that happens. then I don't know if people think I'm staring or if I'm supposed to talk or what. My response: blush and look back down to the floor.

I swear I never blush. This is unnerving. The last time I blushed so much is the time I rambled on about how badly I had done on a playing test outside the office only to have Mr. Cotten open the door and tell me that the door wasn't that thick. I don't really get embarrassed. If I do, I shrug it off and be embarrassed inside. I don't blush. I don't. God, my face is turning red.