in the other living room
07/18/2002 02:51 a.m.
and it confuses me. how he can love one who sits in the other room and talk to me for hours. i miss him when hes not around. but i wont call him. its not a game i play. he just seems more happy when he calls me. except for the other day when i returned his call. he was tired, i could hear it in his voice. but we talked for an hour. we laughed and made stupid jokes that cracked us at our sides. it was nice just chatting away like we had been friends and never anything more. weve never been anything more. never officially. but he would be a liar to say that we didnt exclusively talk to eachother for a semester because we were friends. hes weird, picky like a girl. he really wants a dog or a cat. i would get him one but thats a personal gift. plus his mom would hate me even more. she doesnt even know i exist. but if she did she would hate me. simply because im a girl. last year he told me his mom said that if he ever got a girlfriend she would shoot her. it scared me, but devotion means i still want to be his girlfriend. did that sentence make sense? i thought since i understood a midsummer night's dream, that i would understand taming of the shrew, but i didnt. gave up after the first scene. shakespeare was a funny man when he made sense. we talked about robin williams. we talked about the simpsons and how he wants an animal. we talked about how much we hate american idol. we talked about how weird it is being around anna and annas mom and christine. we talked about getting jobs in the fall and being in drama. we talked about how different its going to be with the seniors gone. he keeps commenting that next year itll just be us. i know, sean, and i cant wait.
I am currently Blessed
I am listening to cyndi and her boyfriend talking about chess