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| Fun without the
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3/27/2003 |
| Today I went with my family to have fun. I was going
to have to drive my car because Amy would be having 2 of her friends
coming as well, but the one she didn't invite, due to lack of space,
and who asked to be included in the plans, which resulted in me being
told I'd have to drive my car, called and said she changed her mind
about wanting to come, so I could now be driven by my mother, which
meant going everywhere they went and waiting for her. And that, my
friend, is a freakin' long sentence. Korn rules, by the way, as well
as System of a Down. But now I'm listening to a song from "My
Neighbor Totoro" which is done by the same people who made "Princess
Mononoke" if you know what that is. Anyway, our family outing was to
be a visit to Putters to play miniature golf, though of course I
didn't and instead spent all my time taking turns playing DDR with
the sweaty and smelly boy in overalls there who had been there as
long as I had, though no odor or excessive moisture could be found
on me. I just don't sweat easily. He was almost as good as I am, and
he claims he started playing at the end of January, though he comes
and plays every other day. I play about once a month. We ran some
errands and junk, and then boredom filled the rest of my day. I did
more fun things then, not including calling Carly, playing video
games, listening to music, but my overall impression of the day is
100% boring. I feel like just driving somewhere, but not alone. I
want to call up Carly again and say I want to go somewhere with her.
Not to do something, just to be out, like the coast or something, or
even just stay in the car and lean back in our seats while parked
away from everything. Then my dad came home and turned on the news
about the war and so I got interested in that. I just feel like I
could be doing so much more. While I'm sitting here bored, I could
be doing something. I just never know what. I still only get bulk
mail or an occasional message in my regular inbox, but it's either a
forward from Tracy or bulk mail that didn't qualify as "bulk" by
Yahoo.
What am I living for? |
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