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Friday, August 08, 2003

The earlier I wake, the hungrier I am throughout the day. I ate breakfast a frickin hour ago and my stomach feels like it's going to implode.

Why am I up so early, you ask? Because today, as publicity for the musical (YOU'REAGOODMANCHARLIEBROWNAUGUST21,22,23,
7PMINMPAUDITORIUM$5!!!), the cast had to perform at the teacher's faculty meeting. It was the first time I've worn my costume! My pants=huge. Huger than huge. I could fit an elephant inside...if I had to own an elephant, I'd own Ruby the painting elephant. She rocked the house over there at the zoo. I met her when I was three.

Famous People I've Met
Ruby the Painting Elephant
The Pope
Joe Millionaire (really tall)
Hillary Clinton (really short)
Sean Connery
Nate from the Format (online!!!)
Slash from Guns n' Roses
Mickey Mouse

That's all I can remember for now.

All I want to do today is buy school supplies and drink tea. And paint my doghouse. And go out to dinner.

Maybe I'll do those things. Huzzah!

Thursday, August 07, 2003

Conversation with Amy at the mall.

Me: So you know that lady I was talking to at Barnes and Noble? Well, her family lived in my neighborhood in Mesa, and her son and I were best friends. When we were little, everyone told us we were gonna get married someday.

Amy: Well, when I was little, everyone told me I'd be a pole dancer when I grew up....but that didn't happen, now, did it?

Wednesday, August 06, 2003

I used to write well. What happened?

I'm getting scared for this whole write-a-bunch-of-stories-and-a-one-act-and-count-on-getting-them-published-for-a-grade-in-a-special-personalized-class thing.

Help me. AHHHH

Tuesday, August 05, 2003

Tonight, Sunil and I had a day o' hangin out, like the ones we used to have all the time. This one was different, because of the fact that he's leaving for college in three weeks.

I've always known that three thousand miles is very, very far away. Then again, I know that the distance won't matter at all. There are some friends you'll keep forever, no matter how far they've gone.

I'll miss stealing hubcaps, I'll miss writing notes, I'll miss the "jamming" and the long drives and sitting in the yellow raft and Me the Manatee and the dance festivals. Talking and listening and laughing for hours.

You'll be a world away, Buzz. Yet, when you come back, it'll be like you never left.

Here's to hoping Boston lives up to my best friend.

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