Water, water everywhere..

..and not a drop to drink.
Apparently, right after I left the computer two days ago, the computer desk was covered in water, but when I left the desk, it was perfectly dry. And guess what? My parents are accusing me of doing it! And I'm really NOT doing it! I don't know who's trying to frame me, but it's certainly working. I hate this, once I find out who framed me for all this, I'm going to skin them alive with a spork. A blunt spork. Then I'll pluck their hairs right off of their head one by one. Then, I'll give them Chinese Water Torture. That's right, one drop of water sent trickling down their face every hour, and they aren't allowed to consume anything else. Most people go crazy after a few days of it. I know it's cruel, but I'm sick of this!
Anyways, another thing that's driving me crazy is the fact that boy crush still hasn't replied to my email! I mean come on! How long does it take to reply to an email. Or is he in a coma from shock? I hope not. Coma's aren't a particularly good thing. Not a good thing at all.
Eugh, I'm such a hopeless romantic, really, every Christmastime I must send the guy I like an email stating that I like him. Really, Kira. Really. I mean, come on! I'm so cheesy, as if he'd fall for me just because of an email. Eugh...I don't even know WHY I like him. I'm so damn confused all the time, and it's so STUPID! I hate this. I used to think if I just withdrew from talking to anyone, I'd stop liking people. But NO I just HAVE to go be all social and get a bunch of friends, join the local church youth group, and what do you know? I'm crushing on one of 'em! Really, next time I decide to be anti-social, it'd better stay that way. But it might not be a problem if I go to Wexford, I mean, I only know ONE person in that school, and that's my karate instructor. -_-'' I am SOOO hopeless. I mean, come on! I should at least make sure one good friend is going to the school of choice, but I guess art is more important for me than friends. (She speaks the truth) I know, friendship is important, but I'd really like to go to an art program, and if I have to go it alone, so be it.
Okay, let's get on with Boy Crush. Okay, for the purpose of this Blog, let's call him..James. (xP The first thing I though of, okay? xpp) Anyways, according to my dear friend Miya, James likes me. At the time, I don't like James, so I'm all "Pfft! As if anyone would like me." And then a few days later Miya's like "OMG JAMES DO YOU LIKE KIRA" And I'm like "WTF?" And he's like "Nice weather we're having.." And after about 15 minutes of avoiding the question he's like "Hell no!" And I'm like "I feel so unloved, but relieved. " And then Miya's just like "*pokes* You ask him! You ask him!" So, after another 15 minutes, I walked up to him and was like, "Okay, do you like me. And I'm not asking just because Miya asked me to. *shiftyeyes*" and he's like "*sigh* No." And I'm like "Yays! No offense to you, though." And then a few months later, I sit and think, and I'm like "OMG. I like James." And I'm like "Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit!" And I run around all panicky, and my parents think I'm crazy and I'm all like "AAAAAAHHH!" And then I go to church, where I flirt shamelessly. And of course, he's completely clueless. *sighs* What a clueless boy, what a clueless boy. *Names in this story have been changed to protect the odd and the clueless.
I'm so hopeless..
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do..