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Friday night I worked with Jordan, Josh, and Diana. Diana turned 18 at midnight, so me Jordan and Josh jumped around her screaming the happy birthday song at midnight. It was amazing, Diana was dancing too, I'm sure we looked like idiots. Then we all went to Sheetz (as tradition requires it) and Diana bought porn and some cigarettes. Jordan bought a magazine that I gave her money for, and the cashier looked at her funny so Jordan was like "this is HERS I SWEAR" and points to me. So I start yelling, "Jordan! Stop it, I'd never look at that filth. You're disgusting!" and Diana and Josh were like "OH GOD JORDAN, YOU'RE LOOKING AT PORN NOW? LETS PRAY." and everyone was staring, probably because it was almost 1 am. ohh well.
After looking through our magazines, Jordan and Josh came over to my house and spent the night. We had strawberry daiquiris and watched Wayne's World. We also squished all three of us in my double bed, slumber partyyy. It was a good time. We woke up around 10 the next morning and got breakfast, then I took them both home.
I met Nicole and Manchester High last evening and we got some coffee at starbucks and then came back to watch the show choir competition. We met up with this guy she used to talk to in middle school named Greg. IIII LOOOOVE HIM. Sooo great. I wanted to shrink him and take him home with me. I think me and him are hanging out with Nicole later this week, and him and I might go visit Nicole at JMU sometime. Yay. After Manchester Nicole and I went to WalMart to buy Rent and a ton of food. Then we went to her house and took hilarious pictures, stayed up til 2 ish, went to bed. This morning we made waffles and her and me and her little sister watched Rent. I love that movie.
Then I came home, showered, and here I am. Josh/Jordan and I might hang out before we work tonight.
Someone said some pretty mean things about me in their journal. It sort of felt like a slap in the face, and I didn't appreciate it because the person doesn't even really know me. It's worse because I've been scared of the person since like middle school, so I don't know. I kind of felt like I was 14 again, when girls in the grade below me spread rumors I was a huge slut, and I avoided looks in the hallway and feeling extremely self-conscious and small. It's funny, at the time I had kissed one boy one time, and didn't even hear about the rumor until Fletcher told me. It all sort of reminds me of how you have to be careful about what you post on the internet, because it can really hurt, and everyone can read it. You can think I'm fat and think I'm a slut, but please don't broadcast it. And especially don't write it where you know I'll read it, that just hurts.
After looking through our magazines, Jordan and Josh came over to my house and spent the night. We had strawberry daiquiris and watched Wayne's World. We also squished all three of us in my double bed, slumber partyyy. It was a good time. We woke up around 10 the next morning and got breakfast, then I took them both home.
I met Nicole and Manchester High last evening and we got some coffee at starbucks and then came back to watch the show choir competition. We met up with this guy she used to talk to in middle school named Greg. IIII LOOOOVE HIM. Sooo great. I wanted to shrink him and take him home with me. I think me and him are hanging out with Nicole later this week, and him and I might go visit Nicole at JMU sometime. Yay. After Manchester Nicole and I went to WalMart to buy Rent and a ton of food. Then we went to her house and took hilarious pictures, stayed up til 2 ish, went to bed. This morning we made waffles and her and me and her little sister watched Rent. I love that movie.
Then I came home, showered, and here I am. Josh/Jordan and I might hang out before we work tonight.
Someone said some pretty mean things about me in their journal. It sort of felt like a slap in the face, and I didn't appreciate it because the person doesn't even really know me. It's worse because I've been scared of the person since like middle school, so I don't know. I kind of felt like I was 14 again, when girls in the grade below me spread rumors I was a huge slut, and I avoided looks in the hallway and feeling extremely self-conscious and small. It's funny, at the time I had kissed one boy one time, and didn't even hear about the rumor until Fletcher told me. It all sort of reminds me of how you have to be careful about what you post on the internet, because it can really hurt, and everyone can read it. You can think I'm fat and think I'm a slut, but please don't broadcast it. And especially don't write it where you know I'll read it, that just hurts.