this morning i got up, ate some little debbie brand zebra cakes and wrote two poems while my roomate tried to explain to me what the final four is.
i already knew what the final four is, and if i didnt i imagine i would be able to figure it out by the title alone.
one poem was about how, inspite of all my romantic aspirations, i can never seem to carry on a normal conversation let alone actually articulate my feelings when i am around a girl i am interested in.
the other poem was about some christians that i have met this last week. i might post this poem sometime this week. the other one will go on to my secret diary.
my mother called me last night, but i didnt want to answer the phone. it turns out she was calling to inform me that my dog which i have had since the fifth grade (thirteen years) passed away.
i never got to say goodbye.
i am incredibly sad thinking about it.
i will miss her greatly
2:36 p.m. - 2003-03-31
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