Junk

Yeah… so I ran 2 red lights last Sunday during my incar. I’m just saying that so Aims feels better.

I still have to find a date to homecoming.

I have band tomorrow. I don’t really want to go. But I have to.

Nicole’s having a party tomorrow, so that’s cool. Gives me something to do.

I have $100 from my first gig so I can go out and buy my very first punk clothes.

I need a graphing calculator… hmmm….

School starts in, oh, FOUR days. Grr… that’s not too cool. At all.

Hmm, there’s something I can’t say on here. So just know that I know what I’m talking about. *reminds self about that grr-ish thing that’s bugging me*

I just re-wrote the html for the home page to my web site. It looks mostly like my diary now. I copied half the html that I wrote for the front of this.

I finally got up the RO and YAC pages and pics. That took forever, but it looks cool.

Why was Andy calling me “babe” today? Grr.

I was talking to Jill, and I told her about… well, ok, forget it. I can’t say that here anymore either. *sigh*

Oh, but then Jill and I were talking about how mad Jaimie and Jess are making us. I’ve totally lost most respect for them after camp.

I still have a heck of a lot to read of A Once and Future King. Ick. And I read like 100 pages today too. I think I have about, oh, 400 or so more? Sheesh.

Is that enough junk for one entry? I hope so.

I really was in a good mood. Honestly. I was talking to Andy and Jake and Aims and Emily. It was kind of cool. But now I’m just blah. Most likely cause I’m so tired and no one’s really on anymore. But whatever.

YEAH. Riiight…

Aims, I’m so in the mood to talk to you right now. Oh well. Tomorrow. Bright and early! Ick. Don’t remind me. Oh, that’s right – I reminded me. AHHHHH.

Calling all Gilbert Blythes. COME IN Gilbert Blythe.

Yes, it’s true I’ve finally cracked. Ehhh… Aims we need to talk. SERIOUSLY, yo.

So instead of calling you at 11 I’m just going to keep writing that in my diary. And most likely I’ll talk to you before you even see this. This is how dork-ish I am.

My God, I can’t even read ims right anymore. nm… long story.

Shall I drag myself away from my computer so I can get about 7 1/2 hours of sleep? Oh let’s do…

~peace out~

@~>~>-dreamergrrl

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