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Friends Don't Let Friends Date Mullets
...written on 2004-11-03, @ 9:07 p.m.
My printer is possessed. It turned itself on and started printing something about a color flip phone with some purchase.... weirded out.
I have had a boring night. I hate Wednesdays. Everyone else always has something to do on Wednesday night except me. I guess I could go teach a religion class with my parents but bad Catholic children aren't my idea of a good evening. An eventful evening- yes...an evening I would enjoy-no.
I wish John would have called tonight but he didn't. Maybe he is mad at me because I was talking to Scott a lot today and someone told him or he saw it after art. Scott said something about breaking so many rules by walking with me in the hallways...
Or maybe he is upset with me because I don't want to go play paintball games in the cold...
Or maybe he thinks I am too immature and he wants to break up with me. O that was an immature thought and I must stop those...
Or maybe he is too busy to even think of me outiside of school unless I call him first...
Or maybe he just can't call me because his mom doesn't like that he was on the phone with me for over an hour last night talking about random things. She made him get off the phone and now he can only talk to someone for like half an hour. Whatever....
Anyway enough obsessing about why he didn't call. I am procrastinating. I will prolly do my homework tomorrow on the bus even though my parents think I have finished it already.