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I took the marriage test, and apparently I will be married by June 1, 2002. Alan better hurry up with all that ring business. I’d like to be proposed in a really odd, yet romantic manner. (hint, hint.)

Amazingly, I have almost finished all of my homework. I still have one more picture to draw, and I don’t really plan on doing my other homework, such as finishing my pretest for chemistry. I’m going to fail the test. The class is too hard for me. Thank god enough people call out to keep her from calling on people.

Today I had a temp virus on my computer. I got it from Michael, and it spoke of him having pictures for me to download. I assumed they were senior pictures, or whatever. So I downloaded it. Even after I unzipped the file, and saw the strange looking “mine” program, I still double clicked it. And I gave myself the virus. I actually had the same viurs earlier this year, and I feel for it again. At least I knew how to get rid of it this time, which I did within 20 minutes, as well as getting rid of it for Michael and his friends.

Not much to talk about. Well, I have lots… Lots on my mind, but nothing I feel like explaining in great length. This evening would have been better if I didn’t have this English “project” to do. Today, we actually had about 15 minutes to talk in groups. And oh how effective group work is when the class is well aware of the fact that the bell will ring shortly. Basically, Sabrina said she would do whatever I told her to do, and Tiffany was only in our group so she wouldn’t have to do much work, and basically didn’t say much. So, I had to tell everyone what to do.

What pisses me off: Sabrina spent yesterday afternoon drawing two of the main characters of the story, and she did a really good job. So, I was able to come up with three jobs that we could distribute between the three of us, since no one else seemed to really be talking/planning. The jobs were for someone to draw the background of the comic strip, someone draw the characters of the strip, and for someone to get quotes from the poem and type/print them out to be posted on the comic strip. So, like I said, Sabrina spent her night drawing characters. Yet, she decided to do the backgrounds. She was completely STUCK on doing anything but the characters. She would have done such a better job than me, since I ended up with the job of doing characters, since I only draw in cartoons. But oh well. I have no choice. And even though I thought it would be good if we worked on the background/characters separate, mainly because I thought the difference of sizes (if there was one) would give the comic an “edge.” But, no. Sabrina added, “So, basically I can’t do anything until you finish the characters,” or something like that. So, now I have to do them tonight. Damnit. I hate doing projects, especially when there is no class time.

Chemistry is… Hard. For some reason they told me that “Chemistry Honors” was the only available chemistry class, so that those who wanted the academic diploma could achieve it without having a general class on their schedule, or a non – honors class period. But there is SO MUCH pointless work. And everyone is smarter than me. Before, I had to keep in mind that it had been two years since my last science class, and 3 years since I had one that involved lab work to the extreme this is in. But even though they are a year younger, they shouldn’t be getting all these right answers when I am left dumbfounded. I hate feeling stupid. Maybe I am? I never thought of myself in that way. Maybe that’s arrogance. But I was always able to form some sort of understanding that could put me ahead. Ugh. It’s sad.

Going home from school, waiting to turn into route 20, I frantically pulled out in front of a car. I do that a lot, mainly because I can make my little truck move. But, apparently I do not move fast enough for my childhood enemy, Lauren, who was driving the car I pulled out in front of. She hounded my ass until she could pass me. Aww, well. Her twin sister, Jacqueline, waved at me, or so Stephen tells me.

Upon going home, me and Stephen stopped by Burger King, and then we went back to his house and ate and watched TV and played good ‘ol Super Nintendo. Me and Stephen’s friendship used to be based around religiously playing Mario Kart for hours and hours. Oh, to be 10 again.

When I got home, I learned that Alan had called me. So I called him and told him to call me back. I’m to cheap to call. So, we talked, which was nice. I like his voice. I’ve been missing him a lot lately. Maybe it’s all the unwanted attention I’ve been getting, and how the only thing I can really think about is how I wish it was from him. I want to hug him, tight. I want to just wrap my myself around him, be able to listen to him breathe, and hear his heart beat, and fall asleep right there. I just want to. I miss him very much. I asked him to take some pictures, which he did, which was very sweet of him. I sent him my senior picture, and he said I was beautiful. I like being called beautiful. He doesn’t say it much anymore.

Work tonight was, well… Rather great. Me, Kelly, Brian, Joyce, and Tamara were working up front, and that’s it. It wasn’t busy at all; all we did was joke around. It was great. It’s moments like that where I almost get angry at those who complain about their jobs being “boring.” It’s better than being so busy that you are aching for relief, that you become angry and get your panties in a bunch, and that you would give anything for just a moment of silence. THAT is a job you complain about. What I would give to be paid for being bored.

I was in such a good mood, I even began to annoy myself.

That 23 year old guy came by my work, again. He spoke mainly to Tamara, since they live on the same street. I basically ignored him, even though he was hanging around my register talking. He asked me when I got off work, and I told him I didn’t know. It’s the only way I can avoid a repeat of the other day. (When I got off work, tired and hungry, he was parked next to my truck, and ended up talking to me for an extra 1/2 hour, when all I wanted to do was leave.) He eventually left, thank god.

I hate Brian. I always have; he likes making cracks about the things I chose to wear, and the people I decide to hang out with, such as Stephen. I got him good tonight, though. The whole evening he seemed to have a fascination with the mics at the registers, and he kept twisting and turning it in his hands. When Tamara was bagging for me, I made some comment, and added “And you’re making me a little uncomfortable with the way you’re handling that mic.” Tamara is married, with two kids, and she bursted out laughing. Hehe. Tamara’s mind is in the gutter just like mine.

Speaking of Tamara, the “theme” of the evening was that we were lesbians. Heh. It all started when I came into work, and was fussing about my hair, and she told me I looked good. Oh yeah. She wants me.

Lots of fun stuff happened. I cracked on Brian constantly, and I had my picture taken (again) at work by a particular woman who enjoys bringing a picture to Food Lion, then giving us the picture she took. I danced a little goofy dances, and I cracked Valerie up in doing so. It was just… Fun. Hopefully I’ll remember tonight for a while. A good impression of work.

Something that made me feel good: today was the day I decided to wear my neon pink tiger pants, and a person from my school, no doubtably a freshman, said he loved my pants. It made me feel good; I didn’t really feel that noticed today except when I caught the instant reaction some preps had to my outfit, which resembled a snarled lip and rolled eyes. Fuck you all, I swear.

Ugh. I am tired. And I had a busy day. Hopefully I’ll remember to write about it tomorrow. (?) I have too much homework, as well as Real World coming on.

I am aware of at least 3 bug bites that are going to annoy me for the rest of the day. I got them yesterday as I (finally, and unwillingly) cleaned the guinea pig cages. Bugs just love me, and stuff.

I never did that drawing. I feel a little bad that I didn’t, too. I have an OK excuse.. And it’s not like we won’t have the majority of class time today to work on it. I think it’s the first homework assignment that I officially have not done this year.

My first “real” class of psych 201 starts today. As in, we have books, and hopefully everyone will show up. Hopefully. And I hope people will be more vocal, so that I won’t have to be. He picked on me a lot the last time we had class; not in a mean way, I just happen to be one of the closest people to the front, and almost straight in front of him. I am now just remembering that he had asked us (the 6 in attendance that day) to be able to present all the information he told us to the rest of the class the next time we met; And I’ve barley seen, let alone talked to, the majority of the those 6 people. Aw, well. Lets hope he was joking.

I called Stephen just a little while ago. I had to see if he was riding the bus; and the right bus. I’m glad he is; I need moral support every time I first ride the bus after a break. I just hope he sits away from the back of the bus. The people back there are such assholes.

I made a new friend today. Sabrina. It was weird how it happened, really. In a way, Stephen almost acted like a friend bitch, which is a title I’m sure he’d love. Me and Sandy were standing in the grossly long lunch line, when Stephen comes up to us. In turn, he stands in line with us, and talks with us. Then his friends arrive and come up to him, all the while getting in line in front of us, as most people do. No biggie. Then Sabrina comes up to Stephen’s friends, and talks to them.

For some reason, Linda (rather loud friend of Stephen; known her, but never been friends.) was talking a lot to and towards me, and I was responding. It was weird. Sabrina also joined in on the whole concept of talking to me, and saying that I looked like someone, but couldn’t remember who. Sandy later reminded me it was some girl named Crystal, and when I asked Sabrina if that was right, she powerfully blasted that that was the girl she was thinking of.

Sabrina moved her a year ago, and I remember her very well; I remember when I first saw her, and going by appearance only, I assumed that she would be a new addition to the pep squad at my school, because of her laid back clothing and very pretty face. I am not the only one who assumed this, because last Wednesday, when a jock named Michael first saw Sabrina, she instantly asked her name, and for a few moments gave her some silent attention. Weird, I guess. But, anyway, Sabrina is exactly the opposite in her personality. She may be quiet in class, but she is outspoken around friends and what not, hyper, and the majority of her friends fall into the “gothic” group. It makes her interesting.

I’d do her.

Sabrina also has third period English with me, which explains why we have the same lunch. As the laws of ironic ness would have it, a group project was assigned in English. To start a new friendship, me and her got in a group together, as well with another girl Tiffany. Things we have in common: we both have boyfriends, with relationships lasting around 2 years, and our other halfs live farther away. (although, her’s is considerably closer. Just in northern Virginia. And she’s officially engaged to her guy, ring and everything.) We also like to draw, or can draw.

… And the topic of drawing is what is making me write this now; because we were in a group together, and were assigned to create a comic strip from a scene in Beowolf. I asked her character she would like to draw, since she said she liked drawing, and only drew “serious” pictures. I can only draw cartoons, and was hoping she would pick the hero of the story for her to draw, mainly because an animated hero against a serious looking monster character may look a little off. She chose the monster, because she said it would be fun. And that’s fine, I didn’t really mind. I’m not sitting here being angry and pissed about it. I am just mulling over how bad my picture of a hero will look in the way I will draw it. I’m pretty sure that neither of my group members will be particularly happy with what I come up with, and it’s progressively getting later. Maybe I should work instead of doing this.