This entry was supposed to be about Mary

So, I actually had a bit of spontaneity in my life today, as I received a call from dearest open diarist The Mary this morning, informing me that she was going to be in Milledgeville for the next two days to attend a funeral and wondered if I wanted to hang out. Luckily, I had nothing planned to prevent me from hopping a couple of hours down to Milledgeville and spending the day there, so I did.

The day went by pleasantly as always, tempered only by the fact that Mary took far too many embarrassing pictures of me, which she has promised to gleefully post on Open Diary. So, you all have something to look forward to on that front.

On another front, I spent my second day in Milledgeville over the past two weeks and managed to avoid seeing Donna. I’ve been a bit of a scumbag friend to Donna (deservedly so, I’m sure some of you think) as I failed to drive to Milledgeville and hang out with her before school started (as I promised her I would do) and I ignored her next two phone calls and left them unreturned. I realize this is probably nothing to the average person, but it’s one of the more wankerish things I’ve ever done. I just don’t really know what to do with Donna anymore. She’s too far away for easy nights out now and I just can’t really imagine meeting her for coffee or dinner or any of that nonsense. I’m not even entirely sure how I’d act around her for extend periods of time with us both sober. Normally, they say if you want to find out how someone truly feels about you then you should get them drunk, but for Donna and I the opposite is probably more true. At any rate, I’ve toyed with the idea of calling her back now, but it’s to the point where I’d have no reasonable excuse for being a wanker to her, so I just avoid it by continuing to be a wanker. It’s not the best logic in the world, I know.

Mary is going to hate me because I just turned an entry that was supposed to be about her into one about Donna, a person she despises greatly. I’m sorry, Mary. Thank you for dinner and for showing me all around Milledgeville. I hope no one has to die for you to see me again soon.