2002-04-21/9:18 p.m.

i hate shorts as i hate all montagues, and thee

this weekend was so on crack. so very on crack. what a crackhead weekend.

fri night i...o yah - i went shopping with jenny. i bought two pairs of shorts. woo me. i hate shorts with a passion. i hate shorts almost as much as i hate dance music. grr shorts and dance music. still, i bought shorts. jenny and i saw van wilder. wasnt a horrible waste. i mean, i wouldnt rent it, and i really didnt wanna spend $9.25 to see it, but meh. nothing else was playing. i did manage to annoy one of the concession stand guys at the theatre. hehe. he kept asking me if i wanted to upsize my drink for only 25 cents, then he tried to get me to buy popcorn. after i said no to popcorn, he went to say something and i said dont even think about trying to con me into buying a combo, since i dont want popcorn, a chocolate bar, or a giant drink. i didnt even want this regular coke - i wanted a small coke. so dont even think about asking me about a combo. he narrowed his eyes at me, and the concession guy next to him started laughing as if it was the funniest thing that had happened all day. maybe it was. theatres are boring. oddly enough though - movies arent. meh. after all of that, i slept over at jennys house. i also found out that silly jeffrey stopped by my house while i was pissing off the concession guy. weird.

yesterday, saturday, i spent from 1 o clock to 8 o clock at the church, preparing, serving, and cleaning up for the spaghetti supper. i never wanna see spaghetti again in my entire life. i never wanna see a room full of hungry people again in my life.

oh, that reminds me - im gonna apply at applebees.

today was alright, i suppose. i played guitar, watched tv, and slept. also, i froze my ass off outside. the guys came by and i hung out with jeff and watched the other guys, minus graham, skateboard. twas mildy amusing. twas very cold. twas great tho. (grins)

i had to go inside to eat dinner, and jeff came by before i was done. he came back later, but only to say that he had to go home. just before i was going back to my mothers house, jeff and graham stopped by. for now, its kinda nice, being bothered. at least im being bothered by somebody i like. its not so much bothersome, as it is...hmm...reassuring maybe? i mean, if the guys hated me as much as i hate shorts, then they probably wouldnt stop by so much. if they did, they would bring eggs with them to throw at my humble abode. (nods)

well, i must go do math homework...and history homework..and english homework...and fall asleep practicing for my guitar test. busy night ahead of me.

jennys dad, smiling: i was worried about you. i told you to be home at 9:30. its 11:30. you are horrible girls, you know that? youre so disobedient. i am no longer proud of you. i have given up on you.

me, deadpan: i guess my only hope now is to marry rich.

he didnt find me funny.

the feeling is mutual.

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