Of all the things you wear, your expression is the most important.

Last night, I had a music concert. And the music was outstanding.

You know that music that you hear in movies? The ones that ALWAYS play in the background of something exciting (eg, someone like Mike Myers completing a 20k run) or a kissing scene? Well, I didn’t actually believe that teenagers, like us, could actually play something extraordinary like that! Sure, I’ve heard people going on about it, but you don’t actually believe them until you hear it for yourself.

And when you do, its amazing.

Continuing on, other than the music, the rest of my night sucked. Its because one of my idiotic friends (S) (don’t worry, you’ll hear about 100 of my idiotic freaky friends) had to be incredibly angry at me for a perfectly sutable theory.

I said that some guy (D) (who is my friend) liked her.

And what’s so bad about that? I mean, its my opinion! I’m entitled to it!

But she wouldn’t let go. Its like in one of those thriller movies where the hero won’t stop until he/she kicks the supervillan’s ass.

So, theoretically speaking, she did. She went all the way up to my friend and full-on asked. Which is kind of humiliating when all of HIS friends are standing there and about 4 of mine there.

I’m just thanking my lucky stars that I wasn’t there to witness the damn thing.

Apparently, she asked, and he replied with ‘No, of course I don’t like you more than a friend”

And then she said ‘Well, could you tell Meera that?’

So he shot back ‘Even if I told her, she wouldn’t believe me’.

Which just goes to show you how trustworthy your friends think you are. And obviously, I for one, am not.

Teenage troubles these days, are really really. . . stupid.