Lonely

Today was not a good day— many of my friends are running of to San Jose for Mock Trial tomorrow, and I’m going to be alone. Not alone of course, really, but alone in the sense that my constant companions won’t be there. Which is very strange, for me at least.

One of the girls who is leaving was planning to watch the Arsenal vs. Liverpool game with me on Saturday morning, and I’m going to have to watch it alone, I think. It’s a rather disappointing idea— we were going to get into full-blown rivalry mode. I can’t help but think that the game will lose some of its novelty if she isn’t there to malign Liverpool, and I can’t malign Arsenal. She says she’ll call, even if she’s in the middle of a trial, to check up on how the game’s going. I doubt it.

This weekend is going to be devoted to homework, I think. No time for friends, I have to study and raise my Biology grade. So, I’m all alone— and feeling sorry for myself.