Boys, boys, boys...all they are is trouble
Well, last night was pretty good. JK, Cory, John and I went to the Moorestown Mall. We didn't do anything special, just wandered around talking and being stupid (Exactly what I do best!). Yeah, well, the shortened play-by-play: I met up with JK and Cory a few minutes after 7. We wandered around for a few minutes until John texted me and said he was there, so we found him, we hugged, as we hugged he broke my big toenail...blood was oozing everywhere, so we went to CVS and he stole me a band-aid. After that we just wandered around not doing anything in particular. Then, JK and Cory were hungry so they got the most disgusting looking Chinese food, while me and John talked about how ugly Uma Thurman's feet are. Then John was hungry so he got curly fries from Arby's (mmmm). Needless to say, I ate most of them, because I'm a fat pig like that. Then, we went outside and waited for JK's parents. We called Tim and played "pass the phone around" so everyone got to talk to him at least once, and then JK and Cory left, leaving me and John. It was a good time. I don't know what it is, but whenever he's there, I'm totally myself (yes, the stupid, clutzy, mildly entertaining me). So, that was a good time. I decided my hair looked great so I made him touch it, and I think that freaked him out a little. Then my dad got there, and I went home. Hopped online to find Tim (he snuck on) we talked for about an hour about random nothings, though I really wish we could have at least like...one serious/in depth/decent length conversation about something. But, oh well....Then, I sat around staring at nonsense tv shows until about 3 when i finally managed to pass out on the living room couch.
Today, what did I do today? Nothing. I sat around, thinking (which we all know is never good). I went to Tim's gallery at deviantart.com just to remind myself of the amazing art he's capable of and the amazing skills I'll never have. He's so incredible at everything. I really don't understand what he's doing with me. But we'll save that for another day.
I finally realized today how much I really do mean to some people. I'm still at a loss to understand why, but, John really likes me. I'm not sure why, and I'm not really sure why it's getting to me so much but I feel horrid. He's such an awesome guy who deserves nothing but the best. I don't know. I'm not even sure why I'm putting this in here, I'm sure he doesn't want this advertised. But, seriously, he's such a freaking awesome kid who has done so much for me. He's going to make a girl so happy one day...
At 9:30, I actually got the courage to call Tim. The call was only about 7 hours late. i don't know what it is, I just, can't call that boy. It's ridiculous. I can get to have the number dialed and then, I hang up the phone. And if I do manage to call and get thru, since we both hate the phone so much it's so quiet. And it's the quiet that makes you all "should I hang up or do I stay and hope he says something?" So it's uber-stressful. Haha, and stress leads me to be moronic, which sucks. Blah.
--Kati--
Today, what did I do today? Nothing. I sat around, thinking (which we all know is never good). I went to Tim's gallery at deviantart.com just to remind myself of the amazing art he's capable of and the amazing skills I'll never have. He's so incredible at everything. I really don't understand what he's doing with me. But we'll save that for another day.
I finally realized today how much I really do mean to some people. I'm still at a loss to understand why, but, John really likes me. I'm not sure why, and I'm not really sure why it's getting to me so much but I feel horrid. He's such an awesome guy who deserves nothing but the best. I don't know. I'm not even sure why I'm putting this in here, I'm sure he doesn't want this advertised. But, seriously, he's such a freaking awesome kid who has done so much for me. He's going to make a girl so happy one day...
At 9:30, I actually got the courage to call Tim. The call was only about 7 hours late. i don't know what it is, I just, can't call that boy. It's ridiculous. I can get to have the number dialed and then, I hang up the phone. And if I do manage to call and get thru, since we both hate the phone so much it's so quiet. And it's the quiet that makes you all "should I hang up or do I stay and hope he says something?" So it's uber-stressful. Haha, and stress leads me to be moronic, which sucks. Blah.
--Kati--