Date:
May 6, 2001
Time:
17:05pm (7:05pm)
Case#
00-0007
“When the minutes seem like
hours and the hours seem like minutes. When a week goes by it know it takes my
breath away. All the minutes in the world could never take your place. One
thousand four, and forty hours in my day. I’ve been trying to call you all day.
Cuz there’s so many things I want to say. I’m going crazy, cuz all my thoughts
are filled with you. There’s got to be some way I can get through—to you!”
Okay that’s a little bit of
flash back music for you. But then—this particular song—WHY did I have to put
in my Hanson CD?!!? This song—I guess just got me thinking about Kara—AGAIN.
Especially this verse. Whoa—don’t LOOK at me like that. And YES, I’ll admit it
. I LIKE HANSON! I LOVED them at one point, even bought Kara the ‘Middle of
Nowhere’ CD. I’ve been trying again—all
weekend as a matter of fact. I never thought… that I could upset her like I’ve
apparently have. She’s… my best friend, and I won’t lie about that one, I’ve
ALWAYS told her everything, except… for the other night. But now that I can’t
TALK to her, or rather she won’t LET me—she REALLY has dropped all contact with
me. Nothing… seems to be getting through. Arugh! This is TOTALLY driving me
crazy!
I guess you could say I got a
surprise visit… from Tim earlier today. He came over looking for his Pokémon
Silver Version—It’s a game cartridge for his Gameboy. He kept mumbling
something about “ALMOST have him. All I need is a Lugia and a Pichu and I’m
SET!” Of course, I barely understand the game as it is—but I guess I’m learning
a thing or two about it. In the meantime, I had my… Hanson CD in and
immediately turns his nose up. “OHHHHH… EWWW!! You still LIKE them!? Don’t you
KNOW they just like—dropped off the face of the Earth!? No one EVER talks about
them anymore.” Naturally, I had to reason with him, “They’re not ‘Ew!’..
they’re… all right. I guess. And you’re right…. no one TALKS about them
anymore—but hey. There were GOOD.” The only thing he could do was shake his
head and wave me off. “You listen to ALL the crappy music. Why can’t you like
Brittany Spears or…something.” “You MEAN Brittany Queers?!” “DON’T make fun!”
“Oh COME on, you KNOW those boobs are fake. But—I DID like that song
‘Stronger.’” Thanks to this little conversation, we had a nice LONG chat about
the music industry. We got to talking about STYX—Sting, as well as a few
others. Did you know that Sting almost got KILLED a few days ago? His plane,
while landing, skidded off the runway and into a fence. Kinda scary to think
about that, huh?
Tim stayed for a GOOD four hours, seeing it was
pretty much dinner time, and he WAS a guest—I made us something to eat. Had
stuffed peppers, cheese sticks, and corn. Nothing big and fancy, just something
enough to get his stomach full. Ha! Would you believe that he told me I’m a
good cook? Well, I know he likes my baking, but who would have thought about
the cooking????
**
I drove Tim home not too long ago. Didn’t want him
walking or… riding his skateboard. You know how dangerous this city can get at
times. Made sure he was in the door of the manor before I turned the car around
to go back home. He wanted me to come in, show me something, but I declined his
offer and told him to wait for next time. I could have went in, but there’s
just something that’s been telling me not to. As soon as I got in I called
Kara’s again—again no answer. Tried Clark’s apartment—I was kind of surprised
when I found out who picked up. Go ahead—take one HUGE guess. Yep—that’s right.
Lois Lane herself. Grrrrrr! STILL can’t STAND that woman, in or OUT of costume.
Is it just me or does anyone else feel this way???
I think I’m getting the
sudden urge to go and hit something. All of this—these past couple of days have
been SO fustrighting! I know it will probably be even more so within the next
couple of days. Oh great—that DAMN signal. I better go and see what’s up. Who
knows.. maybe I’ll run into Bruce—
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