Today was my cousin's birthday and I stayed in his house the whole afternoon. He lent me his copy of A Wrinkle in Time by Madeline L'Engle, which should keep me busy tonight. Other than that, today was really uneventful. We're starting with whole-day choir rehearsals next week--ugh. I hope Chesca (Ms. Overdone Makeup) would be absent again next week. I absolutely cannot stand the slut.

Some things are crap, but they're not worth getting upset over anymore. When it is done, it is done. There's also absolutely no reason for me to explain my side or your side anymore . It's useless . I'm over it. I have forgetten it already . I have forgiven you whether or not you accept it. It won't get us anywhere to mope about the past. There's a whole future ahead of you and me , with or without each other. The future is what I look forward to NOT the past. If you really were decided in the ending of our friendship, you would have stopped talking about me in your journal and moved on. If you have something to bitch or rave about me , email me at indara@kcizone.com or message me at my icq 641900 or AOL IM herebeagrl instead of a journal entry. I don't bite.

The only reason I am giving you all my contact numbers in my journal is because the last time I tried to talk to you and email you , you blew up on me and called me all those names. I think I've done all I thought I did as a friend even if you didn't consider me as one anymore. You can't ever say that I gave up on you. This is the last time I will talk about you or give messages to you in my journal.

It's your choice. It's your move. If you're happy with your decision, move on and leave me in peace.

I don't know why it is so hard for you people to e-mail me. If you wanna say something about me, say it to me through e-mail. Don't start a little drama act by writing some weepy, sobby journal entry about what a mean, neurotic, bitch I've been to you lately. Even if it is an entry of praise or whatever, just say it to me straight. By e-mail. indara@kcizone.com. Because if there's one thing I hate, it's other people knowing too much about my life.

I've got two sores in my mouth and they really hurt. Especially when I was singing today. The lump in my wrist isn't there anymore. That's so strange but I'm relieved though.

I'm so excited to be leaving for the retreat on the 27th. I'm bringing a camera and scanning all the pictures. Oh, and we're allowed to bring cell phones--whoo hoo. But the thing is, the homeroom teacher will keep them during the lecture. I bet she'll use them to call home or something cause she's too cheap to bring her own phone. Bah.

I was on undernet #tops (as warchick) and was pleased to note that there were more girls on last night. Incidentally, I met a guy from Ateneo (the all-boys school next to my old school) and he is a friend (ex-friend, actually) of Kady. She is a superficial, materialistic snob and I want to scratch her eyes out. I did not say that to him of course; what I said was that I really, really hate her. He promised he wouldn't tell but I doubt it. Oh, and his name is Jeff. Strange.

Anyways, I feel a poem coming through. 'Night.