Kaci

A Rubic's cube and a Ball of Yarn
2001-09-30 21:15:40 (UTC)

Lets recap

Saturday went great. I saw Matt. We played tennis. I won
first set 6-1, he won second 7-6 in a tie breaker! So now
we have to have a third set to determine the true winner.
Ha, at least his mom is on MY side...

Meanwhile, the whole day I was planning on hanging out with
Katie and Bill. Seeing Matt beforehand was a plus. After
Matt dropped me off to head to his house for dinner, I told
him to call me afterwards. Since he had his car he figured
that she could drive to my house, and then he would drive
us to newark. Well, plans got a little unraveled. Shannon
ended up calling me and I told her to head over my house.
She came over. Katie called and said she couldnt make it. I
asked her why and she said "cause." Dont wanna press
people. I guess it was parent trouble. After me and Shannon
hung around for a while, Matt called, he showed up and we
headed to Bills dorm. Me, Matt, Bill, John and Shannon end
up going bowling. I got a strike!....followed by a streak
of gutter balls....hey, I started out on top. After bowling
we went to Charcoal pit. Shannon didnt talk much. When its
just me and her she talks up a storm, she even talked a lot
when Matt was there too, but as soon as there was a group,
she goes silent. Shes shy, thats fine, I just wish people
were more outgoing sometimes.

I called Molly today, she had a good time at Dans
homecoming. And guess what? Dan's off groundment for good!

In other news, Micks a dick.

Me-Dans off groundment. Mollys happy.
Mick-I'm happy too.
Me-No you're not.
Mick-Yeah I am.
Me-You might as well not care.
Mick-I want dan to be happy.
Hey, fuck you, just because i'm not home doesnt mean I dont
care about people
Me-whatever you say

Me and Mick arent the same. It bothers me. He bothers me. I
bother myself. When did we stop being such good friends? oh
yeah, thats right, when he went to college and decided he
was too "cool" for every else. He pisses me off. He does
stuff to just show me, impress me, that hes cool. Fuck him.
He calls me to "talk" and he picks the most crowded dorm
room with the most people and starts having his "cool"
conversations with them while I'm on the other line so I
hear him. Little stuff like that. Then theres his "girl
problems". Fuck his problems. He brings them on
himself. "Hey, how about I tell the girl I like that I DONT
like her and that I 'just wanna be friends' when I really wanna
go out with her. And then when things go wrong, I'll bitch
to Kaci about it." Hey, sounds like a great plan. ::rolls
eyes:: Grrgrgrgrrr

Ok, I know he cares. Hes just dumb about the way he
presents it. The way he carries himself.

Its Sunday. I have a cold. I have homework to do. I'm
hungry.

Pet peeves- People who talk really loud on the phone. Thats
a hint to you mom!!!! Talk softer already, damn. Drives me
crazy. And damnit, stop preaching to me about the end of
the world and God. Where you get your information is crap.
I dont even believe in what you say anymore. Who knows if
God's really telling you what to do. Stop letting Miss
Betty influence you. I know what I believe in. I know God
is real.

Matt's in New York right now. I hope hes doing alright.
Havin' fun. I dont know if I'll see him for a while. Jeff's
throwing some party next weekend. Whenever theres a party,
theres Matt. I've joked around about me being second to
alcohol, but now I'm starting to think its true. If he had
a choice of seeing me or getting drunk, he'd probably pick
the second. In the back of my mind, it worries me. But I'm
not gonna tell him what to do. Its his life. I dont wanna
be the "all controlling girlfriend." No, I dont wanna be
that. He knows I dont want him to smoke weed though. he
knows that. I think he respects it. Hes a good guy. He goes
to church every sunday, even though he doesnt have to. That
makes me happy.

Mom, stop talking so damn loud!!!! ahhh. If the woman could
just talk in a normal voice for one second! geez, I love
her, but geez! Things like this can drive a daughter crazy.

Well, I'm off.

Later.

kc




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