best: dating a girl who loved me. dating another girl who I think also does. graduating. getting my license. turning 18. getting the guitar of my dreams. meeting an entirely new group of friends. And another one. Getting into the college I want to go to. buying lots of albums. and CDs. my cousin being born. getting great roles in a variety of plays. the second time my favorite teacher almost made me cry. oh, and, discovering miss julia "hobo-#####" N. And TOUAMB, too. this one time when I explained to the bitch-ex-girlfriend how much she was hurting me, and she started crying (I'm sorry, but after all the shit she pulled, she deserved it. I wish I had written it down or recorded it or something, because it was beautiful.) spending the summer at Cornell, and meeting some of the closest friends I've ever made. proving to my english teacher that I wasn't a sexist. starting to love the South. and sweet tea. and cheerwine. and saying "y'all." kissing 2 girls, one of whom I thought beautiful at the time, the other of whom actually is beautiful (I am sorry that this sentence sucks). realizing that it wasn't that my friends hated me-- they just hated my girlfriend. late night freak-outs where I love everything and listen to music and play my guitar and send everyone I know in this city a message asking them to be in my band and write amazing songs that I can never remember the next day. this one girl has the most perfect rear I have ever seen, and I saw her in the hall every single day for the last year (seriously. i am not the guy to drool over things like this, but it was intense).
worst: the first girl cheating on me multiple times, and then dumping me. I'm kind of getting a wierd uncomfortable feeling about dating the second one. getting kicked out of a band by my two best friends. the guy my girlfriend cheated on me with was one of the same best friends. losing my best friend due to this. my one-act play being cancelled. lots of stupid stress due to procrastination and irresponsibility. the first time my favorite teacher almost made me cry. this job is pretty bad, but not the worst. this time when my neurologist said that I might have OCD, and then did not explain it at all, and I was freaked out for a while. the time my english teacher called me a sexist. not really the past 3 years, but during the past 3 years was the end of me being in love with a girl who didn't love me for like... 3 years. during this period, I was a horrible whiny bitch, even more than I am now. late night freak-outs where I convince myself that I don't really love my girlfriend, that I'm a horrible manipulative boy, etc.
so, yeah. high school.