saturday
7:09 p.m. on November 15, 2003

Hey readers! How are you? I'm doing okay.

Paul, Michelle, and I talked until like 1 am. LOL. We talked about how I overhug, and I went into this overdramatic phase about how everyone hates me, etc. And Paul was like, "We love you". Paul was being just a total freaking freshmen. But he's funny as hell that way.

I listened to BSB last night. I had fun cuz I was reading a Jane Goodall book and writing notecards and trying to sing at the same time.

Called Joey 4 times during the day, I got the machine, so i left a message.

Thought/Quote of the day: "Someday, Topanga's going to be a mother and I'm going to be the father. Or, the uncle. Or the way I'm going, the guy down the street with the binoculars" - Cory, Boy Meets World

Word of the day: iota

Hakuna Matata.

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