Michael you're the only boy I'd ever want.
I hate having to blow my nose in a quiet classroom full of my peers. I'd rather do it in the comfort of my bed between chapters of a good book. Okay so just about anything is preferable to being in a classroom full of my peers, sick or not.
Last night, Leanne called me and said she'd given her dad my email address to get in contact with her, but I've changed my email since we're givin' dial-up the boot this weekend. So I emailed her daddy, who's in Alabama right now, saying that this was my new address and blah blah blah please feel free to email me and that I'm looking forward to seeing him and Ryan (Leanne's half-brother, his son) this summer. And he emailed me back with a thank you and a picture his illegitimate child (in a completely un-derogatory way), a beautiful baby girl sandwiched between Leanne and Marci who were kissing her. I know how hard it is for Leanne I'm really excited that Marcus will have a way to contact more quickly than sending letters. This weekend is Marci's birfday so I think I'll go get her some lip gloss or a book or a pair of earrings or something. Good times.
I've really gotta jet when the bell rings 'cause Mom's waiting for me with the car so we can hightail it to the movies for a 4:25 showing of Sideways. For the longest time, there's been nothing really interesting playing at our theater and than all of a sudden, Sideways, Million Dollar Baby, and Hide and Seek open on the same day. Bastards.
Speaking of bastards, Juh-vie didn't have his car today so he couldn't pick me up for lunch. Woah that sounded like I was calling him a bastard.. but I'm not.. 'cause that's just something he says 'cause he got it from "Stealing Harvard." He called me last night saying, "uh like I'm not gonna have the car tomorrow so I was just wondering if you wanted to do something right now." But my cold was really bad last night so I didn't even go to my piano lesson. In fact, Nathan called me too and asked if I would go keep him company at The Last Chapter during their 'poetry night'... double-yikes. I mean, I would have gone if my nose and head didn't feel like they were filled with slowly expanding cement.
*blows nose* I even blow-dried my hair two nights ago so that today it would be perfectly straight and calm for our lunch date. Yeah, I'm back on Javi. Oh well.
Oh yeah, interesting news: today in French, something pretty incredible happened, and no it wasn't the insertion of my foot into Serge's face, sadly (hi-yah!). Daniel was on the computer and he said, "Erica Erica come over here" and proceeded to show me Andrew's website on Xanga where a survey he filled out was posted. And right there next to "first love:" was my name. Mind you he's dating some girl who is his current 'babe' and he called and asked if I wanted to hang out this weekend last Saturday. I'm sure he has realized the likelihood of us getting back together is in the .01 percentile so now I know that he really did love me. Is that weird? I don't think so. Once you eliminate all possibility for future-fuck, the truth comes out about how a guy felt about you in the first place. That I was truly his first love is something I couldn't believe until today. He knows he was mine.
He looked really handsome as always... next to his punky, cat-eyed girlfriend.
Last night, Leanne called me and said she'd given her dad my email address to get in contact with her, but I've changed my email since we're givin' dial-up the boot this weekend. So I emailed her daddy, who's in Alabama right now, saying that this was my new address and blah blah blah please feel free to email me and that I'm looking forward to seeing him and Ryan (Leanne's half-brother, his son) this summer. And he emailed me back with a thank you and a picture his illegitimate child (in a completely un-derogatory way), a beautiful baby girl sandwiched between Leanne and Marci who were kissing her. I know how hard it is for Leanne I'm really excited that Marcus will have a way to contact more quickly than sending letters. This weekend is Marci's birfday so I think I'll go get her some lip gloss or a book or a pair of earrings or something. Good times.
I've really gotta jet when the bell rings 'cause Mom's waiting for me with the car so we can hightail it to the movies for a 4:25 showing of Sideways. For the longest time, there's been nothing really interesting playing at our theater and than all of a sudden, Sideways, Million Dollar Baby, and Hide and Seek open on the same day. Bastards.
Speaking of bastards, Juh-vie didn't have his car today so he couldn't pick me up for lunch. Woah that sounded like I was calling him a bastard.. but I'm not.. 'cause that's just something he says 'cause he got it from "Stealing Harvard." He called me last night saying, "uh like I'm not gonna have the car tomorrow so I was just wondering if you wanted to do something right now." But my cold was really bad last night so I didn't even go to my piano lesson. In fact, Nathan called me too and asked if I would go keep him company at The Last Chapter during their 'poetry night'... double-yikes. I mean, I would have gone if my nose and head didn't feel like they were filled with slowly expanding cement.
*blows nose* I even blow-dried my hair two nights ago so that today it would be perfectly straight and calm for our lunch date. Yeah, I'm back on Javi. Oh well.
Oh yeah, interesting news: today in French, something pretty incredible happened, and no it wasn't the insertion of my foot into Serge's face, sadly (hi-yah!). Daniel was on the computer and he said, "Erica Erica come over here" and proceeded to show me Andrew's website on Xanga where a survey he filled out was posted. And right there next to "first love:" was my name. Mind you he's dating some girl who is his current 'babe' and he called and asked if I wanted to hang out this weekend last Saturday. I'm sure he has realized the likelihood of us getting back together is in the .01 percentile so now I know that he really did love me. Is that weird? I don't think so. Once you eliminate all possibility for future-fuck, the truth comes out about how a guy felt about you in the first place. That I was truly his first love is something I couldn't believe until today. He knows he was mine.
He looked really handsome as always... next to his punky, cat-eyed girlfriend.