|Thursday, May 23rd, 2002|
3:07p - I Feel Dangerous
Never in a million years could anyone begin to guess what I did last night.
Or who I was in the company of.
Or what I witnessed.
I came home and found a letter in my box. Of the email style, of course. Very nice, I must say.
Nothing he did made me feel uncomfortable
Hopefully, if it is all right with Tanja, Jessica told me that I should go to Germany with them. For about three weeks. My mom is all for it, and said she'd pay as a graduation present. I just hope it works out.
Then there is the never-ending list of other stuff to do... or other stuff I want to do, at any rate.
*Santa Cruz and of course
Lindsay went over to Stefan's this morning to talk to him about coming to Disneyland with us this summer. She also asked him why I was mad at her. (I'm mad at her?)
He then proceeded to interrogate her about a certain boy who has caught my eye.
Her response? I'll tell you if you tell me.
Am I really that hard to get a hold of?
So what if I've been spending all of my time with a variant group of only three people?
So what it took like two years and shit.
current mood: confused
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