03-25-00 Saturday (very early morning)


What to say? What to say. It's late...early...and I'm typing because...There's so much to say...and I don't know where I should start. I guess I should start where my day started. School...I went...and yeah...You ever heard of going through the motions??? Well, that was me. I was there...I think. It wasn't stimulating. Never is anymore. But...onward. To the good stuff.

~Shake your bon bon...~

I couldn't wait for the show at Wapak tonight. (last night???) Because I needed a release. I needed to have some serious fun. Mom let me take the van (cause my car is a pile of poo right now.) WOW! THE van! I hate that thing. It drives funny. It gives too easy, and I don't like anti-lock brakes...but hey, I'm used to old junkie cars. gimme a break. right...anyhow, I went. The show...it was good. It's a funny show. and some of the kids were put in perfect parts. It was really funny. They have some awesome voices there. Onward...after the show (which is when the fun really started) Megan and I went back to her place...only to find Jason had beat us there. (he's a slippery little devil.) Megan's curfew totally ruined the plans...But that's ok. We improvised...We went to the cast party...(I felt a little out of place there though and wanted to get out of there as quick as possible.) So we devised a plan to take over Megan's place and watch a movie. Suddenly...who should appear??? Mike...I find out that he's a big fan of The Rocky Horror Picture Show...(little strange...I don't like making those connections) So we tried to convince him with that. No go. He refused because his copy is well guarded by the you-know-whos. Anyhow...I don't know how we did it...but he decided to join our little "movie adventure". Instead of RHPS, we watched Howard the Duck...It could never compare. But oh well. the seating was odd. I was on one couch with Jason, and Megan was on the other with Mike, and sometimes her mom. (when she felt like keeping her eye on us...you know...sinful little boys and girls.) I guess Jason's poking got a little out of hand because Megan started accusing us of flirting. We do flirt. It happens. I don't want to read between the lines. (I do that a lot)He gave me this really great massage. (I'll just say, he wasn't lying about being good at it) It got rid of my headache. (from chewing gum all day) and helped my tense shoulders a little. (they're so tight...I don't think anyone could fix it.) So once we were accused of flirting, I decided it best if I backed off a bit. I moved to the other couch and squished between Meg and Mike. Megan moved...(not sure why) So Jason took her place.

Here I am...sitting between two guys. (neither of them are half bad. youknowwhati'msayin'???) What can you say to that? What could I do??? (I feel like this is getting too dramatic.) So I sat there...and Mike just lays his head down in my lap...I'm thinkin', "Now wait just a gosh darn minute...didn't...wait...I thought...He didn't really care for...ok...right...whatever." Then the dog comes over and licks Mike's face. Ewww. Mike flys backward and his head lands in my hands...my hands wrapped around his head...with his hand grasping mine for life. He was dog-slobbered...It was hilarious. and gross...cause the dog had his nasty mouth all over my feet prior to this incident...Anyhow, after this...They both (Jason and Mike) decide to lounge all over me. Between tickling, poking, and hands on my legs...I don't even know what was goin' on! Jason was poking...Trying to get a hold of my feet to tickle them. (not a good idea folks. I get crazy when my feet are attacked. Ask Goo. He knows first hand) and Mike's hand was on my leg...I don't know what to say about that. I'm confused...but like I said, no reading between those lines now. That's when we all decided it was time to go home. Lots of things to do tomorrow. (today???) and I think I just heard mom's bedroom door open. I was out until 3am...which means...punishment??? I hope not. I called and checked in at midnight. (woke everybody up...oops my bad) so...If I'm not allowed (by order of myself) to think and or look into this matter...Then how about you??? E-mail and tell me what you think of this little tale. I'd really like to know.

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