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I'm supposed to be taking senior pictures this coming Friday at my high school, but I don't want to get them done there. It's just not... good. I'm talking to Sandy, and trying to arrange it go sometime next week, on Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday, so we can get together and go to a different place to get our pictures done. It would be good, and we would be able to spend some time together. It's almost hard for me to believe that we haven't spent time with each other. It's all my fault, of course, because it's not like she hasen't offered. Sorry, Sandy. I'm such a hermit.
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pissed_and_awake.jpg. What I look like after getting too much sleep. I hate mornings.
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Yesterday I did something so completely foolish. When I e-mailed that picture to Celina, I also told her that I had found a group picture that she was in. I told her I would send it to her as soon as I hooked up my scanner, which was still attached to my father's computer in the den.
When she read the e-mail, she said nothing about my picture, but became very excited about seeing this other picture I had. I to became anxious for her to see it, so I took 20 minutes or so and figured out everything, and got the scanner somewhat working. While scanning, I was imagining her saying "that's not me!" But I suppose most people think about the worst thing that could happen over something someone else wants.
When I have finished the pic, I send it to her.
Her response: "That's not me!"
I completely flipped out. I almost wanted to correct her, and say, "Yes it is!" Then she informs me that the girl in the picture is not her, but Nichole M. Their last names sound very close, and well... God, I felt stupid. I had to tell her I was sorry. So sorry. At first she seemed to act as if it was a mistaken identity, just for the picture. But as the night went on, she became more quiet. I guess she understood I thought she was someone else all along.
I hope Celina was not smart enough to find this blog of mine, because I have to add something. When I knew her, I disliked her. I didn't admire her, because there were too many rumors about her to. I just... She never smiled at me. Not even a fake smile. She always seemed so cold. Talking her to recently, I can see that she is not really that way, but still... I'm not exactly interested in talking to her as much as I was before. I still enjoy talking to her, and telling her about her old friends. I just feel a little more self conscious. I think she may have hated me as well. I wasn't exactly friendly with her, either.
I was talking to Vince while all this was happening. It kept a conversation going, which is good. 
I like talking to Vince; I wish I could more. But most of the time I don't even notice when he signs on (like most of my friends,) let alone catch him at good times. Like last night, he was trying to leave, and that's when I started talking.
I miss Vince. I've missed him very much. He's changed so much over the past year, and I've missed most of it. Sad. I will have to find some way to see him before he goes back to college, which will be on the 19th. Maybe I'll ask for a day off.
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Goodness, I am sleepy. Odd, since I got 9 hours of sleep last night. I work 8-3 tomorrow, which also means I am on express. I suppose that isn't so bad; I just miss being able to talk to people, and be "fun." I feel like such a burden, because when I need to call for manager's assistance, they have to walk all that way just to reach me..
Tonight just feels funny.
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Fun with a desk cam.
looking_down.jpg. I took this picture to try to appear "pretty," and try to show off one of my new oriental shirts. Maybe I didn't do either, but I still like the picture. I sent this picture to Celina, to hopefully help her remember me a little better. But I doubt it will do much good.
crazy_shit.jpg. I'd like to say I took this picture somehow by accident, but I did it on purpose. I was bored, and was trying to entertain myself. I thought it was pretty funny looking.
