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Oh, I want you, I don't know if I need you, but oh, I gotta find out.
06.18.2004 | 10:09 pm It just occured to me that I really need to do some work. I'm far, far behind and the sad thing is that I don't give a shit. I went to Meridian today. It was okay, I guess. I've had better times. I listened to Justin's alotted music on the way over there and back. Mom hates him for it. Anyway, we ate at Bumpers and talked. I love my mom. We went to the mall after that and I bought him a birthday present. Nope, not telling what it is. I bought a Foo Fighters pin somewhere, because it just magically appeared for 99 cents. I just realized there's no "cent" sign on the keyboard. I shopped for clothes while mom got a haircut. She was supposed to hook me up with a dye job, but she forgot to ask. Pishah. Justin called sometime at the mall and asked if we could do something today, and I said yes, against my better judgement, because I knew he wanted to see me. This put me in a predicament, because I had to rush to get home. I want to paint my wall "Rugrat fuschia" Nickelodean style. Seriously. My pumpkin came over not long after I got home. I tried talking to him about "feelings", but apparently guys don't have those. We started watching Clerks, but we got hungry, so I made a pizza. We watched the last 20-30 minutes of Degrassi, while the pizza cooked. Justin's so gay, in a non-homosexual way, for watching that show. Anyway, we finished Clerks and "talked", finally. I don't know why I get these silly notions in my head. At the time they make perfect sense and they still do, but somehow Justin makes them seem stupid or... unreal. I can't describe it, but he makes it go away. It comes back as soon as he leaves though, like now. Man, I wish I wasn't on my period tonight!!! Goddamnit!! This is stupid, but I did it for laughs. You know those "I love Ashton" and " I love Justin" pins and hats and t-shirts they sell? Yeah, I bought one. It means "I love Justin Timberlake", but we all know Justin Murphey is infinity times better than that creep. All right, so you might not think so, but who gives a fuck? I'd choose my Justin over some overrated, millionaire, pop star, any day. Yes, I would. I know no one will answer me this, but if anybody knows where I can get some light purple hair dye, CHEAP, let me know. And not Manic Panic. I fucking hate Manic Panic. And not dark purple - light purple. That is all. Note to self: Call Nikki tomorrow, before 3-ish. Does anybody remember that old Savage Garden song that says something about a "chic-a-cherry cola?" I have that stuck in my head. But just the "chic-a-cherry cola" part. It might be the Barenaked Ladies that sing it. I'm confused. Note to self #2: Stop writing Jesse emails, weird emails, nevertheless. |
