(12:20pm)Well, it's starting to look like the Anonymous Guy isn't going to be doing another entry. Well, I'm giving him 3 more days. No new entries in that time, and I take his section off.
There's a difference between being nice and being a sucker. I'm treading that line as it is.
I finally read the Kenneth Starr report. Man, that guy goes into loving detail about their sex lives. I bet he doesn't get laid very often. I'm surprised he didn't describe, in depth, the exact proportions of the Presidential Member. I don't think he told us the answer to the Big Question: is Clinton cut or uncut?
Quite disappointing. But now, for a week or so, at least, everyone in America is going to think about Clinton in the throes of passion during sex...not on purpose, mind you. It'll happen because all of this garbage has been stuffed way down our throats. Watch and see. You'll be as disgusted as I am.
I think, the next time Roachboy contacts me, I'm going to report him to AOL for harassment. Maybe they'll bar his Internet Access. Or, I should just block him. But that's boring. I don't want to be a boring little schmuck like Roachboy.
I got a call from Pia this morning! I honestly couldn't believe I was talking to her. She's supposed to come visit in October. She says she's put on 10 pounds since she got home. God, I feel bad for her. She puts so much importance on her appearance.
I almost missed my calculus quiz because of the phone call...but I think I passed. I had all the definitions memorized.
I also got an e-mail from C--. Apparently, he finally got my post card, and felt bad about not e-mailing me in a while. Hopefully, I'll get to talk to him tonight.
I'm reading a book of English Ghost stories, which isn't doing me any wonders. Last night, I was afraid to go to sleep because I expected to open my eyes to see a "pale horrible visage, staring at me in the difused moonlight." Or anyway, my mother's face looming over me, grimacing. Either is equally scary.
(11:25pm)Well, it's been a bad day. Something really awful happened, but I really don't want to talk about it right now. It's too fresh.
Only a couple semi-decent things happened in the evening...one is that I ran into a high-school friend, Cam Tu, on the stairway at college. I hadn't seen her since tenth grade. We exchanged phone numbers.
I also passed by Krisco's house, on my way to the Parkway (trust me, it's unavoidable during rush hour). Unfortunately, she and her um...boyfriend, Billy were just getting ready to leave, and were standing outside her front door. She looked up and saw me, I'm sure. The next few minutes at the intersection up the road were spent in mortal terror that she'd pull up behind me and start honking or something. I'm not scared of her. I'm scared of what I might do to her.
I'm tired, and I'm depressed. Goodnight.