Men play the game, women know the score.

Friday night. And I'm home. We talked about choices today at the philosophy lesson. That we always have a choice, you can never ever say 'this is just who I am, I can't help it' because you always choose who you want to be. I choosed this. To not be the girl that comes home in the middle of the night, that is satisfied when she gets G in school, who is only fun when she has drinken a couple of drinks. My life, my choice. Everyone can be stupid, drunk and carefree.
Just want to tell you that the philosophy lesson was the funniest lesson I've ever had! I actually cried because I laughed so much. He is one of my favourite teacher (the other ones are my math teacher an my italian teacher) and he told us a extremely funny story. I laugh just by thinking of it.

I have a curse over me! I swear. It is so scary. I always see/meet people (especially boys) that I don't wanna meet. Like yesterday. I had bought a gym-card (yes, finally!) and took the bus to my bus station where I change to another bus. About thitry buses operates that route in an hour. THIRTY ! So I get on the bus, see my science-teacher sitting there and then I scan the bus with my eyes. And there. Sits. The boy. Damn, and he totally saw me. I just can't describe the feeling of total awkwardness and panic that I felt. Why can't I just not care? Before that day I stood by myself at the food table in the corridor. Guess who came? Yep, the boy. Panic. Panic. Panic. I stood against the urge to run. Then later one of his friend 'bitch-looked' me. Say what? I have never ever talked to her.
I want to confront him. I really do. Tell him that if he want to say something, why don't he do it? I'm not a bitchy girl. I'm not a big deal - at all.