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.
Skip this if you hate the love thing
Oh well, once again, I am "falling in love". I know this whole thing sounds hopelessly corny but I'm having these feelings for this guy, something I've never felt about anyone before. He's been real sweet, waiting for me all the time. When my RL friends mention his name, I'm like "Ahh...him!! I'm gonna...ahhhh!" Definitely something I've never felt before. Whenever I would see him, I'm very happy. And when I hear his voice, my heart plunges down to the ocean. I mean, it's the best thing about him. It's deep and soothing. And very romantic. And I think he kind of likes me (yeah, dream on, as if anyone would like me). But I bet he doesn't. But then again, he might cause he's doing those little favors for me, favors that every other people do to me but when he does it, it's somehow different. And he gives me sweet little things, some stuff that other guys give me but when he gives me those things, it makes it extra special. So this is probably I'll-just-look-at-him kind of thing but at least he talks to me. I guess, this is it, my unrequited love. Geez, I was really boring you there, wasn't I? Sorry about that, I guess I'm in love. Not in time for Valentine's Day though. Well, words can't describe what I feel about him. I guess I'm just too in love with him.
I'd better go. Once again I am being bitten by those tiny little bloodsuckers we call mosquitos.
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