Vacation Thus Far

I was walking into the restaurant with my Uncle. He asked me if I like school, and I said that I did smiling.
"You know, you're really blossoming."
"Blossomed?" I responded incredulously.
"Yes, blossomed. Expanded. Opened up. Gotten happier."
I grinned. "I suppose." It was nice to know that the increased confidence I felt was also showing.
"You know, you must have a boyfriend hidden away somewhere."
"What?"
"Usually when someone seems this happy, it's because they've got a guy."
"Ha. No."
"You sure?"
"Positive."
"Really?"
"The only boys I have right now are imaginary."
He laughed, and we arrived at the restaurant.

The next day, I told my Aunt that I like Mario. When I mentioned that I was going to aske him if anyone got into the program, she started brainstorming ideas for me. They ran the gamut from "Hi, Mario. Did you hear who got into the program? How about a movie next weekend?" to "Hey, do you know who got in? Are they as cute as you?"

In other news, I got an 800 on the math SAT-II. My extended family (all 17 of them) has now toasted to me 3 times. My cousin (the one who played pro baseball for a year) said that my 800 was probably more than his girlfriend and his brother's SAT scores combined. My SAT scores from when I was 12 are also higher than his girlfriends. To be completely honest, I feel a bit guilty for testing so well. What right do I have to get such high scores. I'm hardly working significantly harder than everyone else.

I'll be back online in a few days.
Byeeeee