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| 7:43pm. October 29, 2001. If I Could Touch The Stars ... A day passes, I'm starting to feel better like I should. That I'm in better spirits and such for Amy is calling this evening. I can't wait to hear her voice, shall be a cool thing. Saad and Sarah stopped over during the 6 o clock Simpsons .. brought me some chinese Egg Drop Soup that I don't eat .. the gesture was nice though. They're so cute together; Saad holding her hand, all that .. so nice. Smev and Steph are going to the Sadie Hawkin's Dance .. minus themselves as dates, rather taking Freshmen. Don't ask. I just worry about those stupid things too much. The idea that my best friend and his girlfriend are taking other people to the dance .. that's so ridiculous. Sarah agrees; if you're already with someone, what is the idea behind taking someone else? Smev's response, "we're being nice seniors" .. yeah, bloddy senior citizen nice.. jc. And I shall be honest, I like the new haircut Brewer .. though it remarkably does look alot like Natalie's .. and Faith's even ... oh well. Tay's 18th bday bash at Sarah's after school tomorrow. Spaghetti dinner included. Russell would like it to be known how nice it is .. and that he's a shining example of manhood .. haha, good person he is. He's now eating the Egg Drop Soup . .at least it's getting eaten. Sarah has called to let me know that we shall go shopping for spaghetti sauce ingredients .. I need meat sauce. Can't eat everything-but-meat sauce. That would suck. |