Saturday, August 13, 2005

i would think that someone who is out of high school and is almost 19 wouldn't pank call me like they did two years ago. that's megan for you, and i know it's her b/c for some reason when things are like this shit like this happens. just like the time her and her friends threw rocks at the windows. grow the fuck up.

i think i'm going to get my cell phone number changed. i'm also going to call the number that showed up tomorrow and if that doesn't work see if i can find out who's number it was. part of me wants to go to megan's parents are tell them if shit like this keeps happening that i plan on doing something more about it; but a part of me really doesn't give a shit. i don't even know if i can do anything about it.

my mom is out with her friend tonight so that means i have the whole house to myself. nice.

i painted the first coat of red and i'm nervous as to how it will look with the purple.

i am so angry about this whole megan thing, and i am angry at myself that i'm angry b/c i feel like i'm letting her win. this shouldn't get to me.

i really really really miss christina.

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