March 18th, 1998

butterfly girl : where she goes when she

Too nice

I really hate needles, but I guess today wasn’t too bad. I had the injection for the flu vaccination - it hurt going in, and now my arm is sore, could have been worse. At least it was quick.

I went over to the school to visit Kristy this afternoon, and Russell was there as well. They want us to go out on Friday night - to go to the Army Cadets place where Steven trains, and throw water balloons and stuff at them while they’re marching. I don’t really want to do that, and besides, my weekend is already full. Saturday, the engagement party for an old friend of the family’s, and then Sunday, the Class reunion at Kate’s. So I said that I couldn’t because hey, I do have work to do for uni still. Reading and stuff. Besides, I do think that it’s mean. It’s funny, and it does no damage, but it’s not really fair.

Kristy says that I’m too nice. I have too much heart. But I know that sometimes, I can just be the biggest bitch. I sometimes wish that I wasn't so nice all the time, didn’t have as many feelings, but then, I hate it when I’m being mean. Is that a good thing, or a bad thing? I don’t feel that it’s right to have fun at other people’s expenses. Am I becoming boring? Or is it just being nice? Is there any such thing as being too nice?