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Rar! Feed me! I'm hungry! I've still got homework too. I've just gotten home, it's only 5:30. Only was the key sarcastic word in that last sentence. I'm pretty exhausted - so exhausted that I can feel every single muscle in my lower leg contracting as I move, my hamstring, my thigh, whatever else there is in there seems to be in pain. Good news is I've got my appetite back. Bring on the vegetables, it's time to slaughter. Cows die last. My humor must have been spawned in the 1920s. I don't get it . . . Jenna asked me to get the information on Salsa dancing for her. I'll probably give her a call sometime tonight and let her know that Salsa dancing is at the Flamingo hotel from 7-8 (lesson) til whenever they decide to end it (late). Guess it'll be fun to have a friend. Allyssa's mafia of her mighty 5 friends stampeded up to me today and called me a jerk. Too bad for them my pessimist realist side kicked in and kicked ass. "Is it true that you told Allyssa she hits on you a lot?" ". . . Yeah?" "Do you think you can go around being a jerk and playing with people's emotions?" "Hold on there, are you really so myopic that you can't understand that perhaps other things are going on in my life as well? People just don't start liking people. That sort of thing exists in fairy tales. You have to see something in the person. I don't see anything between Allyssa and I. Every time she sees me, her eyes dart to the ground. I don't want to be involved in a relationship that makes both of us uncomfortable." And so, in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man was stoned to death. Take care my friends, I'm off to go kill vegetables. Much love, because love is all one has to give ^_^. P.S. Track was good, even though it was painful. P.S.S. I saw my friend Liz (Megan is her real name), and we talked to each other after school. She said I was a bit shyer in person than on the internet. I couldn't think of a response then. Now that I think about it, I guess I am a little less shy in my writing than I would be in public speaking. I'm still learning to like people, and it's a hard task. Why would someone talk openly in front of something he doesn't like? Good question? I'm searching for a good answer.
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