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i finished my grant proposal, but now i hafta worry about this other damn paper....
apparantly he likes me (giggle giggle)....
the paper is about pueblo civilization and their social policy and whatever....
i hung out with him pretty much all weekend....
i think i'm going to do it like on how they split up their food....
he said that i should go pick him up sometime do go for random cruises.....
but i don't know, because i hafta have nine resources, and so far i've only read how they split up their food in one book....
him and i played stupid little handgames, and thumbwar, and we played air hockey....
this paper is stressing me out alot, and it iseems like the stress will never end....
on saturday, i had the courage to just go over to his place, with really no notice or nothing....
i mean, i finish that stupid grant proposal only to hafta face another dumbass paper....
he didn't seem to mind, him and i started writing little notes to each other....
not only that, once i finish writing this dumbass paper, i still hafta write another one....
he asked me all sorts of questions, like what was my favorite color, and my birthday, and my favorite food, and candy, and whatnot....
plus i still hafta do some sort of volunteer work for my english class....
his birthday is on feb. 5th, and he likes mac and cheese also, just like me....
at first i was going to work with my dad for the Optimist Club....
and then he said that he was worried that he was boring me, and he was scarred because i had gone to his place to hang out with him, and he was speechless and then he drew a happy face....
but the whole optimist club is taking way too long....
i'm taking the happy face as a good sign....
so now, i'm thinking that i want to volunteer for Hospice....
i really like how he maintains eye contact with me....
volunteering at Hospice would make for a really intersting final paper for my english class, don't you think....
i really like him, but i'm scarred that he's going to lose interst in me, and that'll make me really sad and break more poor little fragile heart....
but first things first....
i'm hoping he'll call me sometime this week....
i need to concentrate on this dumbass pueblo civilization paper.....
i don't think he will though....
but i have other things on my mind
apparantly he likes me (giggle giggle)....
the paper is about pueblo civilization and their social policy and whatever....
i hung out with him pretty much all weekend....
i think i'm going to do it like on how they split up their food....
he said that i should go pick him up sometime do go for random cruises.....
but i don't know, because i hafta have nine resources, and so far i've only read how they split up their food in one book....
him and i played stupid little handgames, and thumbwar, and we played air hockey....
this paper is stressing me out alot, and it iseems like the stress will never end....
on saturday, i had the courage to just go over to his place, with really no notice or nothing....
i mean, i finish that stupid grant proposal only to hafta face another dumbass paper....
he didn't seem to mind, him and i started writing little notes to each other....
not only that, once i finish writing this dumbass paper, i still hafta write another one....
he asked me all sorts of questions, like what was my favorite color, and my birthday, and my favorite food, and candy, and whatnot....
plus i still hafta do some sort of volunteer work for my english class....
his birthday is on feb. 5th, and he likes mac and cheese also, just like me....
at first i was going to work with my dad for the Optimist Club....
and then he said that he was worried that he was boring me, and he was scarred because i had gone to his place to hang out with him, and he was speechless and then he drew a happy face....
but the whole optimist club is taking way too long....
i'm taking the happy face as a good sign....
so now, i'm thinking that i want to volunteer for Hospice....
i really like how he maintains eye contact with me....
volunteering at Hospice would make for a really intersting final paper for my english class, don't you think....
i really like him, but i'm scarred that he's going to lose interst in me, and that'll make me really sad and break more poor little fragile heart....
but first things first....
i'm hoping he'll call me sometime this week....
i need to concentrate on this dumbass pueblo civilization paper.....
i don't think he will though....
but i have other things on my mind