So much for bed...
I should be sleeping; I'm supposed to meet Yael at 9:00 tomorrow. I'm pretty excited; Yael is one of the few people in the world I can realy talk to. She wants to go to the tailgate party of someone I don't really know, but he's always semed nice. And besides, I'll be with Yael if all else fails. I really should try to at least trim my hair beofre then too, if not go the whole nine yards and cut it off.
Why do I find myself wishing Miranda was home? Even if she were she wouldn't be paying a dog's lick worth of attention to me. I'm sure she would get a kick out of reading this. She really seems to enjoy keeping guys hanging on when she knows they like her; I don't even want to imagine what an ego boost I must be for her. I find myself dying to read her journal some more, just so I can know what's going on in her life. What a loser...
I went back into town to see if I could find a friend as she got off work at 1:00, but I missed her. So I went to the Fortress. I don't know why, but I always feel awkward when I leave without buying something. Good thing they also sell 50 cent pops.
*sitting, trying to think of something else to say*
Yay, Miranda's home. Didn't expect her to come home tonight, to be honest. At least I won't have to spend Halloween totally alone; not technically speaking, anyway. I hear her pull into the driveway, and what do I do? I throw all the stuff on my floor into my closet and hide the couple of dirty dishes on my desk.
I think there's a .38 slug with my name on it somewhere...
Why do I find myself wishing Miranda was home? Even if she were she wouldn't be paying a dog's lick worth of attention to me. I'm sure she would get a kick out of reading this. She really seems to enjoy keeping guys hanging on when she knows they like her; I don't even want to imagine what an ego boost I must be for her. I find myself dying to read her journal some more, just so I can know what's going on in her life. What a loser...
I went back into town to see if I could find a friend as she got off work at 1:00, but I missed her. So I went to the Fortress. I don't know why, but I always feel awkward when I leave without buying something. Good thing they also sell 50 cent pops.
*sitting, trying to think of something else to say*
Yay, Miranda's home. Didn't expect her to come home tonight, to be honest. At least I won't have to spend Halloween totally alone; not technically speaking, anyway. I hear her pull into the driveway, and what do I do? I throw all the stuff on my floor into my closet and hide the couple of dirty dishes on my desk.
I think there's a .38 slug with my name on it somewhere...