Life Bites
Saturday, Apr. 30, 2005 -- 8:45 p.m.

Okay, yesterday I went to Six Flags for my class trip. It was kind of fun. It wasn't like I expected. I was suppose to ride some coasters with one of my friends, Trey. I hardly even saw him. I didn't have but a few friends on my bus. Most of them were on the next bus. That's why I hate what letter my last name starts with. Oh well. At least I got to ride the batman at least once. The line took almost an hour. I didn't get to ride the sonic boom b/c it was "out of order". whatever. Cody kept talking about how many people died on it which I thought was a sad way of trying to freak me out but it was true.
This mornig I was soo sick. I didn't want to get up. Thank God it's Saturday. Tomorrow though it's back to the routine. I have to get up for church. I'm glad I don't have to sing on stage tomorrow. I don't have to try to get out of it. I feel terrible.
This weekend, well next weekend, I'm going to my last school dance and hopefully a party afterward. I still need a shirt for it though. I can't fid one and I'm broke which means either sucking up to my grandma for money or borrowing a shirt from someone. I don't know. Actually I might have a shirt.
Well, let's see. Oh, my ex, which I still liked now is going out with one of my long ago best friends who also happens to be Trey's(see above)cousin. Oh what fun. Now not only can I not stand my ex but I'm coming to cringe at the sight of his girlfriend.
To finish this off I think I'm losing Trey. My neighbor has somehow developed this thing about liking him. Why does that bother me? Because she's never actually talked to him and I'm scared that he might start liking him which will kind of ruin me. He's one of my best guy friends and if theystart going out I'll never have him alone to talk to. And stupid me gave her his number and even PROGRAMMED it in her phone. So, I guess you can say I handed away the fully loaded gun to shoot me with. Of course I could be exaggerating way too much. In fact I probably am.

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