Last night was a very good night .
I went to Brett's house after school . We just played with his new car and hung out . And then I stayed for dinner . And then we raced to St. X for the basketball game . My little baby Sonata cannot race that G35 . So, uhm ... obviously, yeah .
The game was fun . I hung out with one of my good friends, Ish, basically the whole time . The perks of hanging out with Ish are meeting a ton of new people . He's just friends with everyone, and it's really cool . So I was kinda sitting by myself, because I didn't really want to go to begin with, but you know, you just kinda get dragged into things sometimes . Brett would occasionally come and sit by me if pep band was taking a break, but then he'd leave to play . So Ish's friends probably felt bad for me and started sitting by me and talking with me . By the end of the game, there were 7 guys sitting around me, 3 of them being foreign exchange students . Some of them had snapbacks from dance team, and I pulled off the whole Andre thing again . Ish noticed that everyone was kind of staring at me and asked if I liked the attention . Haha, of course . I love attention . Most people do . Anyways, it was really cool, because most of the other girls that came seemed really bored, but I was having a lot of fun even though we were losing so hard .
Brett drove me to my car, but we were hungry, so we grabbed Chipotle and just talked for 2 or so hours after that . It was a good conversation . He kind of slipped in a little comment about how I was surrounded by guys . It was funny . We talked about our really weird relationship, insecurities, cars, family problems, social things at our schools, our friends, etc. and we kissed and we talked . In all honesty, I like him, but I like being friends with him too much . Things are just so comfortable, and it's so easy to sit in his car and talk about whatever is on our minds . But the making out ? A bit on the not-exactly-friends side .
Whatever . Life goes on .
