Tuesday, February 1, 2000
8:47 AM, in a computer lab at school

Yesterday was a strange day... it started out bad, got great, then got horrible, then got even better. It started out with a fizzle though... Courtney and I went to Molly's to pick her up, and I went to her room and made sure she was up. I went outside and made a snowball and stood outside waiting for her, then pelted her in the back with it (softly mind you, and with a loosely packed ball so nothing would stick). Her reaction?

She slapped me.

I personally proceeded to ask her what her problem was, then stormed off to the car and told Courtney that I didn't care if she left. I was ticked off, mostly because I was trying to be friendly and show a gesture of fun, and what does she do but slap me... my pride was severely wounded and I refused to talk to her for the early part of the day... but mostly out of fear that I was going to say something stupid in my fit of anger.

Anyway, I went to classes as usual, and Molly and I made up later in the day. In drama production I got paint on the shirt I got at the London Hard Rock Cafe... I was pretty ticked. I went home to change shirts, and then I headed to work, disgruntled and slightly sick.

I had completely forgotten that Molly had applied for the supervisor position that I had been gunning for for about three months now. Yes, I was irritated... who wouldn't if their best friend knew they were trying to get a specific job and then applied for it anyway? Anywho I got to work and had forgotten that she was being interviewed right then, and I decided to not say anything about it anymore. Yes, it irritated me, and yes I felt stabbed in the back, but I'm not a vengeful person (usually) and I rarely hold grudges for long. I just dropped it and hoped that Jeff would hire the best person... even if it wasn't me. Molly came out of her interview, saw me, then gave me a big hug... I felt bad for thinking poorly of her earlier.

Later that night Jeff and I went to the arcade to continue what we call "The Eternal Grudge Match" (okay, I call it that... so what?), which is he and I beating the everloving crap out of each other at Tekken Tag Tournament... nowadays it's about an even 50-50, but he used to beat me on a consistent basis, meaning I had about a one out of twenty ratio. He and I were playing and we realized we had been gone for too long then headed back. On the way back he and I discussed Molly (fondly, mind you if you're reading this Molly) and he told me that he hadn't made a decision about her yet, but as for me he was going to start increasing my responsibilites over the next few weeks. In other words I had gotten the job (I think, heh heh)!

I was on cloud nine... I went home after work and found out that a friend had called, told my parents about the potential promotion (Mom was ecstatic, Dad didn't care, as per the usual... he hates where I work), and I went to check my mail and I really wish I hadn't read the letter from my ex-girlfriend Sheryl. I don't know if I've ever written about Sheryl on my net journal, but aptly put... she was the first girl I'd ever loved (at least I think so) even though we never met once in nine months. All throughout the relationship she was caught in the middle of a seven-year identity crisis, and when I told her the truth, well... she didn't beleive a word I said from then on. Leaving her for Courtney in a stupid fit of passion a few months earlier probably didn't help the relationship much, either. Anyway the other day I had asked Sheryl for her forgiveness, because it was still bugging me a year later, and she not only denied it to me but gave explicit reasons why she shouldn't. I didn't feel better, and if I hadn't read that e-mail then I wouldn't be in such a bad mood now. Basically the e-mail was of her (in simple terms) calling me a poser as far as Christianity goes (which hurt) and said her fianceč thinks I'm nuts (which really hurts... the girl's getting married already? I haven't even had a girlfriend since then!) and didn't swear once during the e-mail but left me a quivering puddle... I forgave her, and prayed that she know that I'm sincere, but then figured it didn't matter anymore that she forgive me. God's already forgiven me for it, so her forgiveness would be like getting another birth certificate today... handy, but pointless. I got over it though, thankfully with help from a good friend...

Well it's about time for me to go to class, so I'm going to head out for now. I have to work tonight, so I'll probably write if I get home early enough.