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I'm sooo glad this week is over. I am tired and I need to really dive into the books this weekend so I can do well on my Magic test on Wednesday. It remains to be seen as to whether or not I will actually do this. I'm at about the halfway point in the Tempest, and that's with very minimal effort to actually read. I think I can finish it fairly quickly and then move on to Doctor Faustus. After that, I will visit good old Spark notes.
I thought that giving the boy my phone number would result in speeding up the process we've been dancing around. Unfortunately, it seems to have had the opposite effect. I bet he'll get up the courage to call me this weekend when I'm safely out of this city and he feels less intimidated. Or I guess it could be that he really doesn't like me that way. I don't know. I hope he does, but it's not the end of the world if he doesn't. I've gone four years without a boy. Why can't I just wait a little longer?
My stomach is killing me. I ate whatever mystery thing I eat that makes my stomach feel like a balloon about to pop. Ugh, it huuuuurts.
I thought that giving the boy my phone number would result in speeding up the process we've been dancing around. Unfortunately, it seems to have had the opposite effect. I bet he'll get up the courage to call me this weekend when I'm safely out of this city and he feels less intimidated. Or I guess it could be that he really doesn't like me that way. I don't know. I hope he does, but it's not the end of the world if he doesn't. I've gone four years without a boy. Why can't I just wait a little longer?
My stomach is killing me. I ate whatever mystery thing I eat that makes my stomach feel like a balloon about to pop. Ugh, it huuuuurts.