17th February 1998

I think for me, Sundays are cursed. Coz it's the time I fight with friends. I know, I like to argue and I love to debate but this was different. All of us were fighting.

It's kinda complicated. Let's see....I was mad at Rhett because he was being such a tattle-tale and I got POed at Daniel for being such a saint and taking his side, saying all this stuff about "he's really sorry for what he did" or something like that. Then Steph and Jeff got mad at Marty for kicking Brandon for no reason and for that reason, Brandon got mad at him too. Brandon is mad at Mark because he was flooding his channel. Mark is mad at Brandon for I-don't-know-what-reason. I tried to fix up things for Jeff and Marty but when I tried to get them in a chat, Marty wouldn't come. So I got mad at him and said he was my enemy. And he was being real dramatic saying stuff like, "Well, it was great being your friend, bye."

Later in the afternoon, Marty and I were buds again. I guess we're just so close that we can't be mad at each other for more than a day.

The bright side to all this is that Casey and I didn't fight. And for that I'm happy. I mean, I'm already mad at two people. And Casey is the last person in the world I want to fight with. Because he's my best friend and I don't want to fight with him.