My voice is weak.

I went to a, I guess more a birthday party than a high school party, since I was going to say “high school party” as it was all high schoolers, but it was a birthday for one of them, the one who held it.

Sorry about that.

Anyway, was my old self (not like my asshole-from-last-year self, just who I am, how I act around new people) at first (I’m ranting too much, I’ll tell you why in a moment) but I think I have a little more confidence now around new people then I did in high school because I don’t really care if they leave and don’t think much of me, since I will probably never see them again, so I just sat back and tried to be my normal self, like I were at home watching T.V. and being boring. (Don’t you hate when people are over and there’s nothing to do, and you just become you’re boring old self, you just sit and go online while they watch T.V., at your house? I’m not liking this entry.)

Point is I met a girl, and not in that way. Well I don’t wanna say it’s in that way. I don’t wanna think it either. I went poop during the “party” (brithday, not high school) and looked in the mirror and saw the extra fat around my jaw. I thought ‘why is she talking to me’. Then I thought about how I hope noone has to smell this.

She seemed nice, that’s all I’m saying (no it’s not.) Anyway. She liked Ben Folds is all.(Stopping.)

Let me check real quick if my old entries are back, before I do though, I’m not sure if I want them to be or not.

Well they have them up to June. Hm. I might delete them. I might just.

I’m gonna write a little more (I’m sorry). Sarah emailed me from France, and she said she loves me, and as if knowing that I met a girl tonight (not like that) she told me not to forget about her.

I love Sarah. So I have to mail her now, or call, because internet is too much of a hassle for her. I’m not gonna forget. I don’t wanna like this new girl anyway. I sincerely mean that.

I’d like to be her friend though. She likes good music.