on tuesday...
April 27, 2002 at 2:52 p.m.
Doofusy dumb Urmi is on her way to come get me and feed me.
I get this way before a recital.. my clothes have stopped fitting, I had junior mints for dinner on Thursday and jerky for breakfast.
And I don't want to eat because pretty little teenaged girls with tans and pretty hair are goona be with me in a hot tub tonight and I don't wanna look dumb and fat and... ech. I was a tight little 17 year old... now I'm all womanly and junk.
akakakakakak.
Friday I got to ride on the small bus!!! Mr. Crabtree had to go pick up some kid and take him to Wal-Mart and he took me along (don't tell his boss) and because I'd just had jerky for breakfast and was nauseous, the trip wasn't as dreamy as you think it would be... heck, I still got to ride the small bus.
And MattKey from OK came to visit me this weekend! We watched Moulin ROuge and I wigged out at the end because I don't believe Ewan MacGregor's life was better because he'd loved and I have issues with my friend's mortality because I just lost two and then Saltine kicked it and I called Crabtree screaming.
Haven't wigged like that in a while. Joyous.
I feel spoiled though, all of the sudden. Dear Matt comes and treats me so well and Crabtree is always so kind and sweet...
girls can't get used to this. Boys like mine rarely come by and I can't expect people to be this nice.. dang my friends are nice.
I'd better make some calls before Urmi comes charging in here.
SUPERCRACK is fiiiine just fiiiine