March 1, 2000
Well I had a nice phone conversation with a certain somebody who's being dubed "my Mystery Man". Lost track of time and was almost late for my Biology lab, but it was well worth it I guess. Running up three floors and six flights of stairs in a mad dash not to be late is always exhilarating. ;-)
March 5, 2000
While Mother and Sister bitch, moan, yell, and complain about how the invitations are being printed, and Father tries to draw a map, I have to figure out who will be a bartender, and get a date. I think the latter will take longer to find. Any suggestions? Volunteers?
March 9, 2000
"I feel like such and idiot. Here you are half finished the problem - almost done - and I still have no clue what you're doing". "That's okay. That's how I went through high school".
March 12, 2000
So many things running through my head this weekend. I hope it gets better. It's times like these when I re-read "Departing" and know exactly how she feels.
March 13, 2000
A good friend once told me that the best thing to do was vent out all your frustrations to some friends that are good listeners. Afterwards you will feel so good. It's been about a year since I lashed out all my complaints and frustrations, so I guess I was about due. I'm grateful that it's a good thing I have good friends.
March 15, 2000
Good-bye Grandad. Rest in peace, we love you.
March 16, 2000
An obsessed person would sit and eavesdrop, right? But I'm not an obsessed person. I just sit close enough, but not too close to hear or see what's happening. I just wonder about the sound of his voice, how he sounds when he laughs, and what they're talking about. But I'm not and obsessed person. I'm not. I'M NOT. I'm not. Am I?
March 17, 2000
Thank you all for the care and concern you have expressed during this time. It is greatly appreciated by both my family and myself.
March 18, 2000
I hate weaknesses. I hate crying. I never cry because it is a weakness. My eyes may sting, or brim with tears, but they never fall freely down my face. They say don't get sad, get mad, and I do. I never cry, instead I yell, and moan, and complain. You can't cry if you're angry. Today the tears did flow. Today I was weak. The first time since I was 11 yrs old in the hospital did I cry. But how can you get mad when you're saying your final Good-Bye?
March 20th, 2000
Well it seems to be contagious. Not only am I intrigued by this "guy" but so are my friends. I may be bordering on obsession but I wasn't talking down the hall from him just to hear if they'd call him by his name. Still don't know what his name is, and I'm not sure if I want to find out. It's still interesting and fun. Even if he does have a girlfriend (or so we think). Either way I have fun and it gives me something to smile about during the day. That's all that counts right? I'd also like to wish two special people Happy Birthday. One for today - happy 18th ;-), and one for tomorrow - happy 21st!!!
March 23, 2000
And the countdown starts. I know at least a few people who will be counting down the hours (possibly minutes?) until Friday night. ;-)
March 24, 2000
He cut and dyed his hair!!!! And he doesn't have the jacket anymore either. He looks dorky now. It's not fair!!
On another note - tonight's THE night! Can't wait!!
March 25, 2000
Some highlights from last night:
"Celebrate good times c'mon!!" "I don't know where to look!!" "Heeeeeeeerrrrrrreeee's Johnny!!!! Up close and personal!!!!" "Men in uniforms ... mmm" "That's my song. That's my song." "Oh my God!!! I just lost my skirt!!!!" And last, but not least: "Excuse me, but I'd like to tell you that you have a beautiful smile."