<< 15 April 2002 || 09:32 >>

The weekends are kind of becoming pointless. I mean, I do homework all week, then I sleep and paint all weekend, and then I sleep and paint all week, then I do homework all weekend. I mean, it doesn't really make sense anymore. Neither do I, I think.

School is insanely busy these days. I'm generally really laid back and I don't care about much of anything, but school is making me pissy. So if I'm cranky at all, that's why. When I got up this morning, I dropped my alarm clock from a great height. We'll see if it still keeps time. It's ticking.

So here's a sad story. I went to go do laundry the other day because I really really need to, but on the way I was intercepted! All these people asking me for a few dollars because I owe them a few dollars. So by the time I got everybody to leave me alone, I was out of money. Now I have about three loads of laundry and one quarter. I need laundry money, stat. I don't know when I get money next either. Probably next Thursday, then the first thing I'll do is laundry. I got quarters for an easter present even and I didn't even get to use them at all. Sad face!

I should get a real job! The designs don't pay. Well, not well anyway. I know I haven't been updating lately, but I've been debating whether or not I should use this thing for what it's meant for. I feel like so many of my friends read it that if I ever wanted to say anything about anybody they'd just get pissed off. Granted, anybody who can't handle the truth or even a sugar-coated version of it is pretty much a pussy, but I still feel like I should be just as laid back here as I am usually. I just don't like to stir up trouble.

The reason why I say this is that I never did type up what happened with Alex. Well, other than in Diana's guestbook, but that doesn't count because that's what she's there for.

WARNING: totally stalkerish creepy psycho sad girl rant coming up. I'm not a stalker or creepy or psycho or sad, however, so if you think I sound crazy, I'm not. If this creeps you out at all, don't read.

Anyway, for a while there all I talked about was Alex, meeting Alex, how cool Alex is, Alex said this funny thing, Alex Alex Alex. And it was because he said things like this:

so what you are sayin is, is that you have a thing for me but you dont want to say anything in fear that i might not feel the same. girl i'm drunk, i've seen your game for a few days, stop beatin around the bush. i think you are very sweet. you are also a very attractive girl. I hope than when we meet this weekend we hit it off as well as we do while we are online. if thats the case, well all the more power to the both of us. you are a very nice person and there is nothing i'd like more than to get to know you better

Anyhow, so he's from Hillsboro and I'm from Hillsboro and we hung out spring break. It was nice, and at least I thought it looked promising, but then he stopped returning my phone calls. That pissed me off hardcore because I'm all about honesty, and in avoiding me like the plague, he was being far from honest.

Anyway, I finally got ahold of him on the last damn day of spring break. He was already back at school and blocking me on AIM. Neat. He finally comes clean that there's another girl in France, who I later learn he's been obsessing over with no real promise of anything coming of it. It's all right with him though.

I drew a picture concerning the issue and it will later become a painting. (see it here)

The point is: I didn't write about this earlier and so I've been feeling rather wonky because of it. Boys are so wierd! I really don't get it.

I need to go study for that quiz now. And I need a shower. And laundry money. Yargh.