rest high about the clouds
2001-03-30 @ 10:33 p.m.
My gosh, I am so incredibly tired. I just finished cleaning my room really well. I vaccuumed, dusted, threw away a bunch of old papers and stuff, then made sure that all my clothes were all put away. It looks really nice now. I have to clean the house tonight, as I'm not sure what I'm going to be doing tomorrow. I thought that I was going to go out to the mall with my mom, but I got an offer to go to Harvard Square with a bunch of people from school, so I thought that it would be a cool thing to do for the day. In a way, I don't want to go, as I don't know a lot of those people all that well. Kathleen said though, that everyone wanted me to come, and that they were asking for me. I don't know whether to believe that or not, but to boost my ego, I shall just think that it is true. So anyway, today Joe finally asked me to the prom, and I knew that he would have all along. We were sitting down at lunch, and he just asked. I mean, it sounded really awkward, which I expected, but in my head I was just screaming for him to get the sentence out so that I wouldn't have to sit there and let my face turn all red. After that I was fine, but I guess it was just hard to hear him say it. I don't know what the final plans are, but I'm going. Yee-haw.
*listening to song* I forgot how much I loved the Dave Matthews Band song Satallite. There's something so lovely are pretty and nice about it. I don't even remember when it's from, but it's still cool. Kat isn't home tonight, because she went to a dance tonight, and is sleeping over Megan's house. I wanted to go and visit Jessie tonight, but she wasn't home. She's probably hanging out with her friends from school or her new boyfriend, I guess. Again, she's getting into that mode where she's too busy for me. I have been writing in my paper journal a lot more lately, usually just about an elaboration of an event of the day that I think is somewhat important or that I remember a lot.
I keep jumping back and forth to writing this, and it's taken me almost an hour now. I am so slow and trying to unsuccessfully multi-task. I swear, I am so bad at everything I do. I can't do anything right for crap. I am getting that feeling a lot lately. It's hard being a loser, let me tell you. I keep thinking that people like me so much, when in all actuality, I just keep messing everything up. My spelling sucks too.
Ciao.
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