2004-02-16
The wedding was okay. Beautiful, blah, blah, made everyone cry, blah, blah, going to be together forever, blah, blah.Yeah. That's how it works in this place.
I'm just gunna type and see what comes out:
I woke up this morning being screamed at by my mom from downstairs that the "Chickens need feeding and they ain't gunna wait all day!" The wood floor was so cold to my bare feet. I slipped on my gardening shoes and ran out of the door. The sun was bright, even for seven in the morning.
As soon as all the future meals were fed, I went back inside to get dressed and put on socks! My feet were so cold!
Kiko called fifteen minutes ago to see if all of us could go to a movie. Ally (met in 6th grade, one of best friends) said no, but I can go. I think we're going to see that movie about the SAT's. I dunno. Maybe Marie (met in second grade, not really friends until sixth) can come too. Hmm.
Oh. Kiko. I'm so confused about her. What do I do? One of my best friends! I can't handle this. Every time I see her I think of how perfect she is or how beautiful she is. I'm not going to get started now. I've got to sort this out.