6/15/98 ok, a lot has happened in the past 4 day or so. "i get closer to the place inside where i can be normal too." god...i don't know where to begin. finals are over and i couldn't be even more happy about that. i'm so glad that i don't have to fill in another goddamned bubble grid thingy for a whole 3 months. yahoo!! i still have to see the truman show...
friday after school...me, lola, luna and a few other people went to see ca't hardly wait. what a shit movie that is. a sorta geeky guy lusts over the "prom queen priss" of the school for 4 years...never talks to her...writes her some mush letter and wins her over. it's just such a horrible display of a teenage life. shallow girls...meathead jocks...pocket-protector star wars loving geeks...mediocre people that would do anything for their 15 minutes of fame...and then there's the sarcastic anti-social and smart girl who is just too smart to socialize with the other idiots. it was just bad. it wasn't worth my 5 bucks.
saturday...ok, i didn't want to do anything all day...so i slept...got up..showered, got dressed...went to andra's house. i did her nails for her..lol which by the way turned out crappy because she kept laughing. bryan came over, and we left to go to the party. the party was okay. i only slow-danced with bryan. it was cool...except for all the nosy people asking us if we were going out. i felt bad cause when the nosiest girl of all asked us i quickly shouted no. we were holding hands..and he kept on like...gazing at them. he was telling me that my nails are really long or something...and he was like stroking my hand again...the end of the night concluded with me and bryan just sitting there...our arms interlocked and fingers laced...my head on his shoulder. i fell asleep there. then andra and tom got up...tom had to leave...bryan called for a ride and we went home. it was a nice day. weird. andra said that we were labelled that night. i'm not a fuckin' jar. i don't know what bryan and i are. we're just...ourselves.
today...hmm...i slept till 2pm..went online...slept again...ate dinner...got a call from lola to get my ass up and go walking...so we did. we walked a whole block over to brian's house. (brian is the guy she's lusting over...they should just go out..he's being a little prick). my and lola's mom got all worried cause it was 10pm and we gave no call to tell them where we were...my mom gave a lecture about gang rape or something that i can't recollect..and the night leaves me here on the keyboard typing on my page. OH! jules' page got violated today...not only was the page violated(which included her thoughts her beliefs her emotions and everything) but she was extremely violated...someone copied stuff from her journal and sent it to people that it wasn't meant to be read by. that's just so wrong. i mean, putting your journal on the internet is asking for it...but i/jules think that someone she knows from school did it..just to fuck things up. it's so wrong to do that...what is this world coming to?
