03-05-00
Sunday

~Next time I see this face I’ll say I choose to live for always
So won’t you come inside and never go away.~

Hey hey hey! What a weekend! Do I even dare? Well, here it goes…

Friday after school, James and his pals (Cory and Will) decided to put cafeteria trays under Cory’s rear tires and do donuts. It would have been pretty awesome if the “parking lot patrol” hadn’t caught them. It was still funny though. All the guys at my school get off on tires spinning and such. And for them to see James and friends not only spinning tires but spinning the whole car on dry pavement... we’ll just say, they probably feel like they’ve been shown up. And that makes me laugh.

~Why can’t we tear down these walls to show the scars we’re covering?~

Afterward, Nicole and I went to Kirsten’s to do her hair for the game. That never happened. She was chatting on ICQ a bit with Justin (her new prospect) and convinced him to come over and help bake cookies. He shows up, and finds all three of us there... I really don’t think he was expecting to be greeted by a group of girls, and he clammed up. It was kinda funny though. (to watch him squirm) not that I enjoy torture or anything... But he helped out a little then got outta there as soon as possible. I’m not sure if it was because he was just nervous in general, or if WE made him nervous. Before we left, Nicole and I put a note on the biggest cookie. It said something along the lines of, “Sorry we freaked the crap out of you. That’s just the way we are. You’ll get used to it.” Hopefully that didn’t scare him even more. He seemed nice. He’s the tall dark and handsome type. (seems to be the type Kir goes for lately) dunno. To each his own.

~He’s Abercrombie and Fitch and we’re Gadzooks.~ Nicole on the difference
between Justin and us.

All week, Kyle and Rob tried to convince me to go to this Broken Yoke concert in St. Mary’s. Finally when Saturday rolls around, and I had talked my mom into letting me go, Kyle calls and bails on me. So I’m like, fine...whatever. (he was supposed to drive) Rob calls and says he knows how to get there so we can go if I drive. Then he tried to bail on me. But I set him straight, and we went. JB, (he’s a radio personality on a local station where Rob works) gave Rob the wrong time, so we got there an hour too early. That was cool though cause we were hungry. So I called my dad to get directions to the nearest fast-food place. We ended up at Arby’s...Finally at 8, we went back to the movie theater. (The show was in this big room upstairs. $10.00 to get in. I must say it was the most expensive ticket for a local Christian rock band that I’ve ever paid for. The first band, The Powdered Donuts, really weren’t that good. Rob and I made fun of them. (It’s awful I know) Broken Yoke was great as usual. They’re really talented. But the row of 12 year old girls screaming their little high-pitched heads off got a little annoying. HELLO! The lead singer guy (think his name is Jon) is married. He is good looking...but legally attached. And as for the rest of them...I see them on a regular basis. Every Wednesday after youth group. So I was thinking “what’s the big deal?” but they’re screeching their little hearts out. Poor boys. (even though we all know they enjoyed every bit of it) but the point of the show wasn’t guys or screaming little girls. It was God. So when Tim, the youth pastor at Shawnee Alliance, got up to pray, I was feeling really good. But half way through (he tends to be long winded) I started feeling dizzy. I grabbed Rob’s shoulder and practically put all of my weight on him. Then the cold sweats washed over me. (this is how I get right before I puke) I coughed, and my Arby’s almost came back up. That happened twice before Tim was done, but when he stepped off the stage, I looked at Rob and said, “Dude I’m gonna get sick. We gotta go downstairs.” At this point, I was so dizzy I couldn’t see. He had to hold my hand so I wouldn’t fall down. As soon as we got down to the lobby, this older guy asked what was wrong. I just wanted to go outside, but he insisted that I have a coke. It really helped settle my stomach, and I am SO grateful for that guy. He gave me all rights to tap more coke if I wanted it. He was really awesome. And Rob was helpful too. Before we left, he ran back upstairs to get a copy of Broken Yoke’s cd. He bought me a sticker. How sweet...I got him home without any trouble. And headed for my house. (here's the clincher) I’m driving down Stewart Rd. minding my own business, and this large animal runs out in front of my car. I’m like, “AHHH! KANGAROO!” I throw the car to the left and hit the brakes, but the sucker was going so fast that it made it all the way across the street safely. Once I got the car straightened out, I realized...That was not a kangaroo, it was a deer. It just runs right in front of me. Not 2 feet from the front of my car... Talk about a close call. I can’t believe I thought it was a kangaroo. It looked like it was on its hind-legs. But I live nowhere near Australia. Therefore, it was NOT a kangaroo. I had a nightmare about a kangaroo last night though. It was chained to like a doghouse. Don’t ask. It’s too strange for me to explain.

~And if it gets too late, for me to wait for you to find you love me,
and tell me so it’s ok, don’t need to say it anyway.

This month’s YM horoscope says:
“you don’t even have to make an effort-no matter where you go, guys are totally into you.”
shyeah. And monkeys might fly out of my butt. Call me blind, but I see no guys who are “into me”. Horoscopes lie.

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