Grass Raking?

Mr. Hall, the guy on the corner of my street.
You know who I mean?
Yeah.
He's definately raking his grass.
People really do that?
I thought it was some sort of joke.
Haha

"Garrett, if you're done down there you can go back to your seat."
"Smacky!"
*Room bursts into laughter*
I supposed it WAS really funny.

Formal's tonight.
I'm not going.
Mainly because I don't have a date.
Or a dress.
But I also don't want to see you there with her.
Because I know she'll be all over every other boy anyway...

You ran into me today.
Did you know it was me?
You didn't apologize.
I'm glad.
I didn't really want to see your face.
It didn't exactly work out that way though.
You walked by me and of course I could see you now.
You were heading the other way.
I'm pretty sure you didn't notice me.
But I could see your face.
Exactly as I see it every time I close my eyes of course.
Later, when I compared how I'd seen you and how I see you when I close my eyes, I realized I even know the slope of your cheek inward between your bones when you turn your head.
I realized that's really creepy.
I've decided not to close my eyes for too long and avoid looking you at all costs.

It's 3:20.
I think I might go walking today.
Perhaps I'll sit where I used to...
I don't know.

"You're the wine stain on the carpet in my basement.
That's all you are to me.
And this is the apology you'll never get."
Is it wrong that I think the beginning of that is a lie?
But the second part is true?

Okay...
Mom definately just talked me into formal...
):
I'm regretting agreeing...
I have to go try on that dress now.
She's bringing me shoes...