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Yawn I woke up at 1:45. Did you know that the wrapper on a Whopper is NOT paper, in fact, but aluminum foil? Did you know that aluminum foil and microwaves disagree strongly with each other? Did you know that nearly-exploding household appliances scare me? Yeah. Like I said, I woke up at 1:45.I'm quite tired of people not reading my diary. Hey, y'all, it's not a secret diary. I appreciate your concerns for my privacy, but really, it's ok if you read it. Look! It even has new entries now! And a cookie! Come on, everybody loves big cookies, especially inspirational cookies. Just do me a favor, and I know this is pathetic of me, but if you're out there, sign my guestbook. It gives me a warm fuzzy feeling, and you wouldn't want to deny me of that, would you? WOULD YOU? Eva's birthday party is tonight. It's a tacky-bowling party. We're going bowling from 10 to midnight in tacky clothes. Odd, yes. But perfect for us. Just cross your fingers that a big group of hot guys doesn't decide, hey, lets go bowling in the middle of the night. Shallow? Me? Noooo. Really, I don't care what anyone thinks. *Tries to hide in the gutter* Wow. Christmas is in 4 days. It is way to sunny to be almost Christmas. I'm thinking about having a New Years party with the same group of friends that came to my birthday party--Sagen, Eva, Amanda, and Carly. That was arguably my best party ever. We went to the Mall of Georgia, blew all our money, got tons of cool crap, got frappuchinos and watched the cute boys at the skatepark, screamed when guys crashed into the fence, laughed hysterically at our own dorkiness, watched one of the skater boys flirt with Carly, blew more money, went to a hotel, swam and sat in the hot tub, watched About a Boy on Pay-Per-View, ate pizza, and giggled ourselves to sleep until Amanda got pissed and yelled at us all to shut up. Good times, good times. My friends rock.
2002-12-21 @ 4:18 p.m. |