Monday, 8:06 a.m.   Flattery and Ice Cream She's going to be late I told her to hurry up She told me I was being rude I told her to brush her hair She made faces, mocking me It's time to go She's not got any socks Her hair's not brushed The TV is still on The most stupid channel The most stupid show So that's where she gets it. It's not in the genes, It's in the TV. I wish she were closer in age to me I could judge her better that way. ----------------- 4:04 p.m. I let her ruin my entire day. Ugh. I miss my two best friends. I wish I wasn't a girl sometimes, being a girl hanging out with a bunch of guys who like tackle games. They're too chivalrous to tackle a girl but not chivalrous enough to open a door for her. Deep Sighs consume my body. How do you tell a boy to kiss you? I've come up with several good possibilities. Write "kiss me" on your hand and inconspicuously rest your head on your fingertips, showing him your palm... Tell him, "Kiss me!" Kiss him Ask him how the weather is and lean in real close and see if he gets the idea. he wouldn't of course, I know that if that happened to me, I wouldn't get it. ohwell. Ask him if he wants to kiss you. Have a dream inside of a dream that he kissed you, and you woke up into another dream where you were surrounded by peacock-vulture hybrids, and then tell him about the dream. That's al I've got so far. I'm thinking about number two. ----------------- 6:41 p.m. I forget why exactly last Monday was good. I was thinking about it when I was changing into pants in the bathroom at school. I was thinking, if today had been good, it would be 7 consecutive excellent days, because I remember why Tuesday through Sunday were good. And I was sad that today wasn't such a good day, because it meant maybe not an entire week of good days. I got home and got on the 'Net around 3:40 or so, and I had up to 7 conversation boxes going at a time (hehe, im so popular, cough), and Caleb got on so I was talking to him and whatnot. 4:40 neared, and it was almost time for me to get off and let chelsea have the computer. Caleb asked me what I was doing tonight, I told him about my plans to sit on the curb and find Ember my pet lady bug, asked what he was doing, he said nothing, da da da.. Then he said if he wasn't so lazy he'd come sit in curbs with me. I said, "oh, you should! darn laziness. oh well." He said we could meet in the middle, walking, and so . We did. I told my mom I was going on a walk and left. We walked around a bit, we sat in a curb and talked about sitting in a curb and ladybugs and such. Then we went to the park and sat on the swing sets, and the merry go round thing. I don't know. It was really nice. And at 6 I told him he should go if he was going to make it home by 6:30, and and and and adn al;sdkghaldfghka;dflkghasdf ah. ehhehehhehehehehehehehehehheheheheheheehhehe... I know it sounds stupid. But you have to realise that it hasn't happened since the day I left Utah. I hugged Caleb! And he didn't pull away or anything, and when we pulled away his hand was still on my shoulder. My neck brushed against his and he was so warm. It was so amazingly nice. This day that sucked has turned into a day that rocked.