borrowed SB's pre-cal notebook to use his homework. i didn't even intend to copy it, just so i could read out the answer should i be put on the spot in class. why, isn't this a new low. and then i forgot to give it back, even though there's a test tomorrow. at least he seems to be doing well, unlike my crap self, who gave up in the middle of the lesson and decided to write out lyrics. on the back of his notebook. the song in my head at the time? Waiting for My Heart to Break, which contains such lyrical gems as:

oh how could i ever touch a girl like you

and the classic chorus:

watching every bath you take

running down the fire escape

crying till my shoulders ache

i'm waiting for my heart to break

the notebook graffitti seems very rude now. it was meant to be a pleasant surprise, a message waiting to be discovered and to provide thirty seconds of amusement. i've already played voyeur (voyeuse?) by going through disturbingly neat notes and studying erased sketches. writing in there violates it. like groping in a busy train carriage.

i wouldn't want the song to be interpreted. in any way. it will be removed. the idea of a ghost of a message appeals to the romantic in me. perhaps i just wanted to stake a claim...

he has a habit of signing the top right corner of the pages on the right. form over function, the last letter of each word is left out. "�qui�n es?" wrote my APUSH teacher.

i hated people writing on my things, even if it were just a smiley face.

gone.

ETA: i gave it back, asked for permission, then wrote in it. he insisted on replacing "give" with "****" so it would seem more... badass. personally, i think it takes away from the perversity. Gladdy wouldn't believe that the missing words were "give". i can fuck you what you need?

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th since 5th october 2001