| Evgeny is Ukrainian. I won't tell you his last name, because that wouldn't be nice. Oh, and by the way, he isn't aware that I'm writing all about him, and he doesn't know that I just made a shrine to him. Anywhos, back to the topic. Evgeny moved from another district (I think that it was Horsham, or something like that) to my elemetary school. That was in fifth grade. Actually, to tell you the truth, we were kinda (only kinda... not really.... ) friends because you know, small kids think of anyone who is nice to them as friends. But in 6th grade, I started to like him more than just a friend. But I had no idea whatsoever about what he thought of me. At that time, I considered myself a braniac who is just plain ugly. I didn't have much self confidence, and I still don't have enough confidence in myself. But at least I've gotten just a little bit better. Anyways, Evgeny was just like this guy who was standing in fromt of me not hating me nor likeing me... but of course, as the dumb person I was and still sort of am, I kept on thinking that he hated me, and put myself down. As that was happeneing, my grades were dropping as well. I went from a straight A student to a student with all A's except in Language Arts. When I saw that I had all A's in everything except a B in Language Arts (that was my first B ever) I felt even worse, and put myself down even more. As the year grew, so did I (corny, I know) and I started to change. Really. I changed from anything that fits, and covers my body, to anything that was dark, and/or black. (that was in seventh grade) But after the first month, or maybe less of seventh grade, I started to wear these tight clothes at some times, and other clothes that were, how do I say it... fashionable. Secretly, I wished that I could get Evgeny's attention, even though I knew that it would never happen. *sighs* And now, I'm an eighth grader, going onto high school soon, and getting even MORE homework. And having to worry about college. I do have to say that if I didn't know/fall in love with Evgeny, I probably would be the same person I was. A braniac who wore weird clothing, and who doesn't know s*** about computers. So I do have to thank him. But... I don't know what to say to him. Whenever I see him, I end up turning red in the face (and as Cherry-chan would say: "A tomato is duller than the color of my face") and I would end up stuttering if I spoke to him. If he asks me anything... well... that's a different story. I could always answer something, and just make it quick. But asking HIM something would take a lot of courage for me. I'm writing this so I can FINALLY express how I feel, and now I feel like I've got a load off my shoulders. Thank you all for listening to me rambling on with my nonsense. To tell you the truth, I shouldn't even have called this Evgeny's Shrine, and instead called it Ruby's rambles... but that's okay. Now, I am aware that everyone who visits my site will probably read this, but I just want someone to listen, and if I tell anyone in the Rubygnag(Yes they are real people AND my best friends!) They'll end up teasing me or something like that.... some friends..... but that's the main reason. So I'll leave it like this for now, see ya! ^_~ |
