...Broken Wings...

I'm so pretty I can hardly imagine it
At 6:41 p.m. on 2004-08-19

My mom and my sister, Hannah, broke my glasses yesterday. How they did it is crazy and scary, but luckily, my lense didn't break.

So, I was staring at the mirror in the passenger seat of the van today because my cousin, Joe, is spedning the weekend with us. While I looked in the mirror I thought of how pretty my hair was. LOL, I love my hair and I was thinking about all those cute high schoolers asking me out and crap like that. And then for some strange reason, my brain reminded me about Sunny. I was thinking about shakespeare, so maybe that could be it but, see, I was thinking about how Sunny is going to come up to me and say I'm pretty.

I've never really heard that before by a guy except my dad. And I thought about how he'd come up to me during class and I'd start talking him down. I'd say, "Why am I pretty?" I think I'd say it.

and I imagined he would say, "Because you have nice eyes, hair, and you're smart and funny, and atheltic. You're just like an Angel, Lauren. You really are."

and I would say, "So, why didn't you like me in 8th grade?"

and he would say, "Because I thought Cassandra was prettier."

And I'd say, "Cassandra's still pretty she hasn't changed." Then I realized that Sunny liked really pretty girls.. and that was it.

"So is that it?!" I'd probably say, "'Cause she was pretty? Well, that's great. You like me 'cause I'm pretty and that's it. You don't really care about how I feel, do you?"

And he would say that crummy line everyone always say, "But I care now."

Then, I would tell him off, "But you didn't care then!! You didn't care about my feelings or anything last year! I'm still look the same Sunny! The only thing that's changed is now, for some pathetic reason, I'm 'pretty'! Well, I was pretty then, and pretty now, so leave me the fuck alone and never tell I'm pretty again!"

And then I'd leave....

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I don't think the convo really meant anything except that I hate the fact that Cassandra was prettier than me in 8th grade but, I should really get my glasses back. Haha, I can't stand looking at myself. I start making up conversations in my head and all that crap... yikes!

Laterz!

Lauren~

repair them please