I'm being replaced.

  So now that Jessie is fascinated with the male species, she's sort of replaced me. There's this girl named Daisey, who has had like three ex-boyfriends, and has a boyfriend right now. She's barely 13. Jessie usually runs up to say hi when she sees me walking by in the morning, but yesterday she was talking with Daisey and she just sort of looked at me and kept talking with Daisey. It really sucks. I know that I have been sort of wanting to break off the friendship with Jessie, but not like this.

  Izy and I have been initiating "Operation Panda." Izy showed the guy that Jessie likes, whose name is Zane, all the creepy emails Jessie was sending about him. We had hoped that it would make him stop liking her, but I don't think it made him think of her any differently. Here's the basic situation:

  Zane "sorta" likes Jessie, but he also likes three other girls. Jessie likes Zane. Jessie also likes another boy (whose name I don't know, so we'll call him ChuckBob). She liked him last year, then she didn't, and now she does again. ChuckBob likes her, too, and he told her. But "another girl is 'stealing' him just because she thinks he's cute, and she doesn't even know him that well." (Quote courtesy of Jessie)

  ChuckBob is moving in the summer (THANK GOD), so Jessie doesn't know what to do. It's super complicated, and really stupid. Anyway...

  We started having PE class, too. I'm really sore. A few boys went into the locker room to get their water bottles (which they weren't supposed to do), so the whole class had to do push-ups. I'm not sure if I've made it clear before, but I'm super weak. For example, I did Irish dancing for three years. Guess what? By the end of those three years of hard work and stretching, I had BARELY developed and muscle in my calves. I can't even do three push-ups, unless I'm using my knees instead of my feet.

  Anyway, today's been pretty "meh." I felt really tired a few hours ago, so I took a 3-hour nap. Now my face is all pale (well, paler than usual), and I don't feel very well. Just like all over. Also, my dad was going to buy me some face paint for the Super Bowl (GO HAWKS OKAY), but he didn't know where to find any, so I might just have to look normal tomorrow. Boohoo.

  Annelise was sick like all week, too. So I had to sit in the bleachers where we usually eat at lunch, and listen to Daisey and Jessie giggle about the "adorable" texts that Daisey's boyfriend sent her. After a few seconds of their mindless babbling, I would resist the urge to punch both of them in the face (hard), and just pull out my iPod. Nothing a bit of punk pop can't fix, right?  <-------that's actually a lie

  Annelise and Jessie and I used to walk around outside once we finished our lunches. Now Jessie and Daisey do the same thing, without me.

  I guess I'll have to get used to it.

  Just me and my music now.