Today is the birthday anniversary of my late Uncle Oscar. He died of leukemia last April, one week after my great paternal grandmother died. I loooooove his sense of humor. He'd still be able to make people laugh even when he was sick. But at least before he died, he was able to make a videotape of himself (for my cousins ) teaching them about his "lechon" (roasted pig) and food business and some other stuff. And even though I never got to know him that well, I kind of miss him. I cried a lot at his funeral. He used to read my journal, and he mentioned that he couldn't wait till he read about my first kiss. I guess he'll never be able to. Damn. Hmm, I wonder if they have computers in heaven.

Martin really thinks I'm going to hell when I die. Okay, so he didn't exactly say, "Ooh Lauren, I am God and I cast you down to Hell!" But he keeps telling me that he prays for me and stuff. Like one time , I was just being playful (when he asked me what the most important part of the mass is) and I said eyeing the cute guys . He was really worried for me. Sure, like he's going to be canonized by the year 2000. It's actually very likely that he will be. He is such a saint.

I'm beginning to become good friends with this popular girl, Angela. She used to be one of my close friends back in seventh grade but we sorta grew apart. Now she's sitting at the chair next to me and despite her position in the social ladder, she's very nice. A lot of people become total snobs once they get in the popular clique. I used to be friends with this girl before her pre-popular girl days. Now she hardly even talks to me. It's really embarassing when you say "hi" to a person at the hall and she doesn't say "hi" back.

Anyways, I have to go to bed. 'Night!