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Today I have an interview with Jack in the Box. Tyler really doesn't want me to work there, but I'm so desperate for a job that it's almost kind of pathetic. I practically slept all day today. I had some crazy dreams. Anyway, Ewan has been ingnoring me lately. I don't understand what's up with him. I've been feeding him regularly and sometimes I even pet him. Yesterday the story fell on the ground and it took me forever to put it back in order. It reminded me of the good old days when Jen and I'd carry it in a flimsy folder and whenever it'd fall and scatter about the classroom no one would help us pick it up...which reminded me of this time when the same thing happened to my 8th grade teacher who was pregnant at the time and carrying some school work and dropped it all in front of the bathroom that I did a little something-something with Vishal in... It was craziness, I mean, no one helped her. By the time I got to her she had everything picked up. And one time she asked me, "how the heck are you, Jimmy?" but I was in a bad mood so I didn't say anything back.
Sometimes people go to the cemetary to jog, which I think is weird. I was walking home one day through it, and there were at least three bodies there not there for the graves. Like, two people were playing catch with their dog and the other guy was jogging and listening to his Ipod. I wandered to the Russian section and read when most of the people died. Some of them were 30, others were 60 or older.
My room is dirty. I think I like Tyler's friend Marielle better than him. Tyler's cool and all, but I don't really understand him. I can't tell if he wants to be my friend because I'm gay, or because I'm me. If I were trying to be friends with me, it'd be because of how I'm me.
Sometimes people go to the cemetary to jog, which I think is weird. I was walking home one day through it, and there were at least three bodies there not there for the graves. Like, two people were playing catch with their dog and the other guy was jogging and listening to his Ipod. I wandered to the Russian section and read when most of the people died. Some of them were 30, others were 60 or older.
My room is dirty. I think I like Tyler's friend Marielle better than him. Tyler's cool and all, but I don't really understand him. I can't tell if he wants to be my friend because I'm gay, or because I'm me. If I were trying to be friends with me, it'd be because of how I'm me.