There's a boy named Chris. He's the most popular boy at my school. He was sweet to me, and somehow I was shocked. I have new respect for him now. He is a fine example of a male within his thoughts.
I posted on my Xanga: Interesting day. I am engrossed in The Count of Monte Cristo. So good. I can't wait until tomorrow. Mom's taking me to half-price books. I can stock up on classics for the summer and whatnot. I'm shopping for supplies for our project aswell. Could be tricky. Should go okay. The World Fair is March 8. I'm staying after to do presentations from six to eight aswell. Zac's going to stay at the school with me so I'm not lonely. He's a cool guy. Dogma fan. Intelligent humor. Adorable looks. Cool guy. Not a jackass either. Hard to come by, eh?
So I'm hiding nothing. I stood in front of the mirror today and admired how pretty I actually am, all things considered. I have lovely eyes and a sweet mouth, I think. My weight is an issue, but doesn't seem to matter much to any good friends. I do so love my good friends. They are priceless to me.
Chris commented: You may or may not respect what I say. To be honest, I don't know you well enough to have to care...but in complete honesty, I do think you're pretty. and I admire that you can look in the mirror and see that. Most girls can't...even the most beautiful of them all.
Terribly sweet.