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I'm content.

Alex told me, again, today, that I am a "lucky bastard." Jess, when passing me in the hall, gave me a little heart made of red play dough. She had been playing with play dough in a previous class...

I know that I am lucky. I've known that... but it hit me today. It hit me when I was waiting for... well... suffice that, yes, I AM a lucky bastard.

My nose cleared up. I can breathe. That's a plus too. Rehearsal tomorrow at noon. Jess and I are hanging out again... she's deciding whether to go to a party Alicia is hosting... I'll say this in Spanish so as not to effect her decision:

?Quiro ir a la fiesta? Pienso si, pero no se. No quiero a estar abburido... y quiero Jessica estar contenta... Mmm... No quiero ir a la fiesta de Alicia. Pero yo voy si Jessica quiera ir. Yo quiero a Jessica.

That's it. She can probably get a few words out of that, just from what I've told her. Oh well.