Here is another entry. No one commented on my last one. I hate you.
Not much has happened, and those of you who are actually taking the time to read this know that. Because everything I did on the weekend involved at least one of you.
Friday…Quentin’s funeral. I cried. I mean, I can’t say I was close to him. But I knew him and I knew his family since childhood. It’s just so sad because he didn’t deserve it. And his family doesn’t deserve to go through this.
Saturday…I went to see Strike! The musical. It was good. Danie’s a lucky girl to know what she wants. There were some bad times that night too, and you know who you are…when I say “you’re a jerk”, I’m only agreeing with you. And if you get mad at me for it one more time, I’m not paying you the 75 dollars. ( Please note, Strike! People, Jon wants his money. )
Sunday…my siblings and I went to Winnipeg. They went swimming while I wandered about the mall, consuming approximately a million calories. All of which came from Starbucks. I then spent the evening in a somewhat emo-like state. Feeling sorry for myself because of what I’m becoming. Shut up! Society MADE ME THIS WAY!
* cries *
And theeeen, it was Monday. Kim left for someone else. Either that or a…gasp…exam!
That night, I just watched the CSI marathon until my eyes almost bled. And then I slept.
That brings us up to today! Tuesday. It’s raining. I’m bored. It’s sixth period and I don’t want to read anymore magazine articles about hair.You’re a toaster! And you’ll never be anything more than a toaster! Damn, I’m out of kiwis.