He doesn't look a thing like Jesus but he talks like a gentleman

Hey!

Well, more interesting news.

I did tryouts for the musical that’s going on. Knowing full well that I’d get a dinky part.

And I did.

I’m villager #1.

First on the list of villagers (as if that means something.)

But guess who else tried out? Matt that’s who. He’s in it too. Which means I’ll prolly have to be seeing him like every day. Hmm… Good? Bad? I don’t know. Of course fricken Molly Crate also got a (probably non villager) part. Sheesh. Basically can’t stand her much at all.

Oh and btw, I didn’t get a stupid part cuz I suck or anything, it’s cuz I can’t do things on Friday nights/ Saturdays. Religion issues. Otherwise I’d pwn.

So there’s that… and the interesting incident the other day.

So I’m helping out with French club duties (I SWEAR I am Mother Theresa reincarnated) and Ms. LaPlante asked us to go down and get a box of food out of one of the classrooms. And of course, it weighs a bloody ton. So I ended up having to be like almost parallel to the ground trying to push the box down the hall (I was parallel cuz it was a really short box.) So we get it on to the elevator and I push it maybe six feet down the hall and for some reason I just can’t get it to move any more.

Just at that moment, who should stick their head into the hall but Matt. He’s like “Hey how’s it goin?” so I’m like “Good.” Kinda embarrassed cuz of trying to get the box down the hall n stuff so I said “Hey, can you help me move this box?” And of course he bounds right over and tries to pick it up but of course can’t so who ELSE should pop their head into the hall but Mike so they end up both carrying it for me and I’m just like so proud of myself for being so resourceful. And damsel-in-distress-y. So he and Mike put the box in Ms. LaPlante’s room and the following conversation ensues:

Me: Did you see you made the play?

Matt: Yeah, I saw. I don’t know who that guy is do you?

Me: No, no clue. (chyeah right. I could basically recite that whole play.)

Matt: You’re in it right?

Me: Yeah, I’m in it. Are you gonna do it?

Matt: Yeah! Of course! (who’d of thought he would be so into drama?)

Me: Sweet! Well, see ya.

Etc. etc. etc.

Hmmm…

Actually, I don’t know what to make of all this. It kind of makes me happy, but then part of me is like “Don’t get your hopes up, who knows when he’ll pull something like last time?” And I know that that could easily happen. I keep telling myself that if I just make nice then I can actually get to do the band thing. I dunno.

I soooooooooOOOOOooOOOO don’t want to like him again.

But I can feel myself slipping every time I see him.

&<33

Amanda