"When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me."I am not a man.
Therefore, I still cling to a few of the precepts I clung to in my youth. For example,
"When you wish upon a star,I have been thinking about wishing on stars lately. I used to wish on a star when I was a kid. I would wish that me and my brothers could turn into cartoon characters and live in a parallel universe whenever we wanted to. Guess what? It never happened.
"Makes no difference who you are;
"Anything your heart desires
"Will come to you."
I've had a lot on my mind lately. Like guys. Especially Michael Perry.
It's weird, but we never seem to like each other at the same time. He liked me in Middle School, I like him when I was a freshman, he liked me at the beginning of this year but then started liking Jazz. I kind of like him now. The trouble is, he still likes Jazz. Says he loves her.
He called me yesterday to talk, and we were on the phone for over an hour. I don't know how long really. But we talked a lot. I've never had a guy call me before, and so it was kind of interesting. I take that back...Mark called me a couple of times when we were going out (back when I was young and silly), but we never had anything to talk about.
Anyway, Perry and I had a lot to say, and so we talked forever. I talked about Duncan, and how I'm getting over him, and he talked about the pain he's experiencing now with Jazz.
You see, Jazz broke up with him. She said they were becoming "co-dependent". Isn't that what a relationship is? But anyway, Jazz seems to be scared off by anything that she enjoys. I don't understand that about her. Why can't she just pray about it and find her answers?
She wasn't at school today, or last Friday, so I called her house and asked her mom to have her call me back. I don't know if she will or not, but I hope she will, because we need to talk. Perry was supposed to call me tonight, but I guess he never found the time.
I like this font, so I'll stick with it.
Anyway, I'll go into how I got over Duncan.
I'm still physically attracted to him, but I find no interest in him personally. That's no problem, I'm physically attracted to several guys and it doesn't mess me up. I still admire Duncan for his dedication to his workouts and stuff, and for how he's in track and everything, but I really don't like him much anymore. He makes crude jokes and acts like a jerk sometimes.
Perry informed me that he makes crude jokes a lot and I still talk to him. I guess my answer for that is that he likes me, and likes to talk to me, and that's why I still talk to him. Besides, he's getting better. But that still doesn't explain David Sadler. Who knows why I stopped liking him. But I did. Maybe it was the way he leapt into it. He shouldn't have gone so fast. He also embarrassed me. That must be what it was. He should have taken it slow, and then I might have started liking him. But you see, he liked Jazz this year and now he likes someone named Jennifer Lowry (I think).
My mom's a sweetie. She just brought me down a Diet Dr Pepper. I love them. The boys are watching "Strange Brew". How annoying. I like the movie, but I don't know how they can stand to watch it so often.
I wore a black dress today, and Stephen Watkins comes up and says "Whose funeral is it?" I replied, "Yours."
Anyway, I don't like Duncan anymore. I'm not obsessed with impressing him, or showing him what an awesome person I am, or anything, so I think I'm over him. Wouldn't it be funny if he started liking me now. Doubtful, but it would be ironic.
Mom's breathing down my neck now. She wants me to get off the computer so SHE can use it. I just read those sentences to her and she made her little cute face, then decided to read a WinFax book. She's trying to figure out how to talk over the terminal with Aunt Carol, who just got an IBM. They've been faxing each other stuff like crazy. Dad's fax machine is awesome, by the way. I wonder if Noelle has a fax. We could send each other stuff for like 14 cents. That would be cool!
I feel kind of empty, not having a crush on anybody, and yet I feel free. I'm single, and glad to be! I think I'd like to get to know Noah Kinderknect, because he seems like a nice guy, but he's shy. But I still have these silly feelings about Perry. That's not good, because if I somehow got him interested in me again, it would hurt Jazz. Plus, I might get hurt in the process. So I'm going to stay away from that territory. It's very strange that Perry liked me, because I never thought anyone would like me. But he did. I wonder if he ever will again.
My goal for my weight remains the same: to be able to wear biker shorts and a sports bra and look good. That would be so awesome. I would never wear them in public, but when I was working out I could and then I'd feel great. But it seems like I'll never reach my goal. Today Mom came home with a lot of chips and some French onion dip (my favorite). I didn't totally mess up, but I did enough damage to where I won't be losing any more weight. Yuk.
Anyway. Enough about that. I think Mom's going to be reading everything I write from now on. She's silly.
Oh guess what! We are trying to fax Aunt Carol a little certificate that says: "Gift Certificate from the office of Dr. Jack Kevorkian, M.D. Good for one visit only." Isn't that hilarious? I love it! I want to copy it and give it to people. I should give one to Duncan, but he might get the wrong idea. I'll give one to Perry. He'll appreciate it.
Well, I think I'll stop now, because I really don't have much more to say. Until whenever I write again...
-HA
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