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I'll be damned -- two journal entries in a row. Isn't that special. I probably wouldn't be writing this if I had school tomorrow, but thanks to hurricane Floid, I don't. They actually announced it just before I left school today, while our principle was doing afternoon announcements. She had said that we might not be there tomorrow, just might, then said a few more things, and ended the announcements. Then she came back on and said she just got the call in. As soon as she announced it, my whole class went in an uproar; My principle said "I can hear you all cheering." Heh.
I turned in my 90-day permit and I got my actual licence the other day; it was Monday morning, I think. Big whoop, I guess. I wasn't really that happy about it. I didn't dress up to go to court, though I noticed almost everyone else did. The only real eventful thing about that was that the cop that pulled me over at Doller General was there. (I never wrote about that. All what happened was me and my friend Stephen went out at 8 o'clock at night, parked the car, and went over to the new Doller General store they were building, peaked into the windows, looked for a "now hiring" sign, and went to get back into the car. Before we could do that, a cop pulled up behind us. He just thought we had vandalized the area, and made us walk around the grounds with him and his little flash light. Even though he didn't find anything, he probably thought we were having sex there or something.)
I was dreading writing that. About the cop. I hate when I get so far behind that I have to talk about things from so long ago, or so they seem, that hearing them has even started to annoy me. And they always lose any edge they had... Because I only feel like writing a quickie description. But that's my fault. For being lazy.
I am so tired right now. But I am waiting for Alan. Or, I'm trying to. On Monday he told me he was going to the ortho to get his braces put back on. I think he said Wednesday. He had had them once before, when he was 12 or 13, I guess. But now he's trying to fix these insignificant spaces between his four front teeth. I never notice them. :ehh:
Yesterday, the almost impossible happened. Someone IMed me, saying that they read this journal. !!!! I'll be damned, you know? I thought it was only Alan and myself. It was cool, and a little freaky, when he asked me how me and Alan were. 
I just wish I could have been fully awake, so the stupid-ass part of me wouldn't show. But I think it flashed a little... Mainly because he seemed to leave so suddenly. The conversation went from my webpage to my survey, (which he had filled out earlier) to god (he was reading my article on it) and then it was "bye." I don't know... I hope my opinions didn't offend him.
I thought I had so much more to write about... I felt to full of things to say when I started this. I thought I would be here for an hour, or just about. But it's barley 20 minutes. Depressing. Maybe I just need sleep. I'm so tired. But I've said that... Hmmph.