| As anyone who bothers to read my diary knows, my
friend, Jamie, and I haven't been on very good terms lately because I
stopped talking to her, due to offline occurrences, and since I didn't
tell her beforehand, she was under the impression that I got tired
of her and left (I love writing those run-ons. My story's full of
'em). So anyway, I got on AIM and Rachel began proving that she needs
to flush, because she's full of herself, and pretended to genuinely
care about Jamie. She lacks sincerity. Oh well. Acting her way
through everything got her this far, and she actually has a guy
falling for it, as well. Too bad relationships aren't all about
impressing the other and based on superficial foundations. At least
she can find some happiness in thinking she makes us look bad.
Ignorance is bliss. (I so love listening to Muse!)
Now for some real life junk. I called Tracy on Thursday to
confirm our plans for me to visit and bring "Spirited Away". She
said I couldn't come right away because she was going to dinner with
her dad, but I was welcome to join them. They were leaving right
away and I had stuff to do first, so I couldn't make it. She said to
come over afterwards. I called 2 hours later and her sister answered
saying she was at Wal-Mart, shopping, and would be back shortly, so I
should come over and wait. I did just that. Tracy's soon-to-be
brother-in-law was playing Tracy's new PS2 game, which is a
Simpson's version of "Driver". Tracy finally returned... with Phil.
He's the other cart-pusher. She wasn't expecting me to be there
(short memory?) but that never bothers her. We watched "Spirited
Away" and, of course, I liked it, but they both thought it was so
stupid that it was funny. After that, we went outside and stood
around passively deciding what to do. It was 12:30am, so I left. When
I got home, the chat with Rachel and Jamie against me took place.
6:30am isn't the ideal time to go to bed, by the way. Yesterday was
also my sister, Catie's, 13th birthday. |
