Satan School of Sophomores

Helsinki is the Capital of Finland: 10/29/14

3:45pm Wednesday, October 29

Scarlet kept saying it was going to be a bad day for me after what happened yesterday. She was afraid I'd be the laughing stock of the universe. I disagreed. I had this feeling, everything would work out.

It did. Everyone (people I don't even know too) was high-fiving me, saying, "How you doin?", complimenting me, fist-bumps, hugs...

I'm a fucking legend (for the moment). And Hayley's new brownie business is flourishing from my free advertisement.

People think I'm so chill now. They love me. They call me brave, stupid, but so dope. I'm next level today. Living on a cloud of love and attention.

Kota came up to me this morning(!) to talk. He said, "Are you okay? I kept telling you to go to class, but Scarlet got you. I would've done the same as you. That was crazy hilarious."
I replied, "I am so sorry about everything I said -- that wasn't supposed to come out. I didn't know that was going to happen!"
*gross, annoying kid Cornelius walks up who always bothers me at the wrong times*
"Are you guys talking about yesterday?" says Cornelius the bastard.
"Can you just leave?" I say. Kota just kinda waits.
"I want to hear what happened!"
"Why?! Just leave, this is between us. Get out!" I finally push Cornelius out of the conversation and turn back to Kota.
"I'm so so so sorry... And what I said to your friends..."
"It's okay, Blair."
"Hug?" *commence hug that was (I will admit- disappointedly light-hearted) between Kota and me. Then his friend Taylor walks up. He's a cool guy.
"Fresh kicks," Taylor points to my new (birthday) black Vans.
"Thanks... I'm sorry..."
"Nah, it was funny! You're fine!" Taylor says to me.
"Well, okay then, see you guys around I guess..." And we all parted ways in the freshmen hall.

*end scene*

I don't know where Kota and I stand right now. I'll give it time. I tried, I made mistakes, but I'm still alive. Not to mention my social status has gone from 0 to 60 in ONE GLORIOUS DAY.

All these guys in the hallway kept asking how I was doing. And this popular girl Em, in biology said I had serious balls and she's proud of me. Casey kept saying he was proud of me too. Okay?

I am one horny fucking stoner...

9:07pm
I finally understand why people like to be drunk or high and go have sex. Because, you can be you. As weird as you want, and if anyone says anything, if someone says that's such a weird thing to want, you just blame the intoxication. There's no holding back. There's no pain, no consequences, no regrets when you're high. Everything feels right. Everything feels good. High up on that other dimension. Nothing can touch you way up there, until you fall back down.