Crying to Mason...Continued

School. That's what's got me so under. It's the whole thing with my dream to go to PLCC for cosmetology and the issue with scheduling for my core classes and the elective classes I wish I could take. It's terrible. Every time schedualing comes up in conversation with friends, I get all quiet and lock my eyes on the floor until the topic passes. It's all I can do to keep from bawling on the spot. As an example, one day at lunch, I was sort of payfully yelling at Mason about how he claimed to have gotten a two-inch splinter in his foot one time…but I guess it came out more bitchy than playful, and my other friend, Oliver, got all pissed at me, telling me to shut the fuck up. Coming from him,it particularly hurt more than it should have just becuse, well...I'v sort of had a super long-lasting crush on him for...I guess years. But it's never been something to act on. It's confusing because gender wise, he is actually a she. But it's Oliver that's got me so...uggh. I dont even know the word for it. Is love too strong of a word? Umm, ANYWAYS... at lunch, when he yelled at me, I just about bawled. I wont ever tell him that, though because he'll think I'm a baby. God, I hate life.