4:25 PM I could make it all pretty and bold it or something. But I don’t want to. I’m to lazy to type the command thingy for bold or italic. Stupid me. I am addicted to this and I don’t think I can stop, even if I want to. I’m lame like that ya know…*rolls eyes at self* Hm…sitDiary is always down. It makes me sad because I love my sD. So me and Amy were just kinda browsing through other places we could possibly have journals. They pretty much suck. Well the free ones. I was looking at deadjournal…while I was at Teresa’s and then at random when I got home. I wish I could have one there. I really do. Lucky duck Teresa, except that her daddy found out about it… I spent the night at Teresa’s yesterday. She came and kidnapped me and took me to her house where we sat online and talked to Craig and Scott mostly and tried to make plans to do something with Dan and Nicole and such. It didn’t happen because there were no parents are Teresa’s house and we had no way to contact them. Or something like that… We were high on something. Whenever someone said something we would giggle uncontrollably. We kept pressing random on sitD and complaining about people we don’t know. The kid with the name Korex is so funny. We couldn’t help laughing. * smiles hugely * It was fun and blah blah blah. So then Rob got online. And I sent him a picture of Teresa, and it just “happened” to be the one of her in her bikini when she was showing off*evil grin* So we spent a lot of time talking to him. I was convincing Rob that he couldn’t have Teresa and Teresa spent the time seducing him. Mwahahaha. It was enjoyable. I laughed a lot of the time. Rob had his webcam on and the look on his face whenever he would get a new picture of Teresa was hilarious!:D!!!! Yay!!! We didn’t get to paint out murals though* pouts *. I still think we should! Like…tomorrow! Or Monday! Something like that! Because that would be spiffy because yeah…it would. So then I had to come home and I called Whitney and she was home from EFY. I went over there. She is on such a spiritual high! Seriously it kinda scares me. She’s supposedly given up swearing and is dressing modestly and all this other stuff. It’s because her counselor told her that she had a dream where Whit was dressed in white standing next to Jesus on Earth so………… I listened to her talk about the guys and the girls and the food and devotional and such. Most of it didn’t really sink it that well. Lots of guys. Lots of church music. I don’t really care. She asked about my week. I just said I slept over at Teresa’s and that Amy was coming and that I saw a lot. I’d rather listen to her anyways. I didn’t really have anything interesting to talk about. But while I was walking down to Whitney’s, I was thinking. And I think really weird now. Ever since I became addicted to sD I’ve thought in like “journal” form or something. I play sentences over in my head instead of thinking about something and having a bunch of thoughts rush in at once. Thinking is feelings you can’t describe and yet mine thoughts are were like a journal. It wasn’t even like thinking about myself. It was like reading someone else’s journal. I’m too dependent on this…Meh. But I was thinking about how Nicole and Teresa had been talking about Jesse and Matt being elietist(SPELLING!)And I mean they are. Big time. They do think that they are not able to be friends with the kids who are so into ska and all…blah. I dunno. But what I was really thinking is that I didn’t notice. You don’t usually notice about people around you. They are different with you then they are with other people. You don’t judge your family. And you know them. You can judge complete strangers but you don’t judge your family? You don’t really judge your friends either…Is it not possible to judge them because they are so close to you. How can we completely ignore the fact that our family and friends could possibly be total idiots or whatnot?!? This has just been bothering me all afternoon so…nah to you, you don’t have to read my fricking journal! Blah blah blah. I’m lame. I’ve been thinking my thoughts like a journal!!! * looks frightened * Oh well. I should go shower! * thinks about showering * I think I will. And then I stop rambling about pointless things. YAY for you guys!!! Ya’ll are rad. I love ya guys. THREE DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! K. P.S. ASK ME ABOUT MY JOKE!!! ME AND TERESA FOUND IT IT’S THE BEST!!! It would be even better if you knew the muffin joke and the whole thing with the weasel chopping on it’s privates or the 45 degrees joke.(em * cough * What’s the difference between a muffin and a gay guy? em * cough * HEEHEEHEEE BONNIE!) BUT ASK ME ABOUT THE JOKE AND I WILL TELL YOU!!! You can thinking about it for now though…”What has two legs and bleeds profusely?”…you preverts! --------------- 6:20 PM Why am I so stupid?!? I hate that entry!!! I dunno why I even put it in here! STUPID KATHERINE!!!!!!! ---------------- 6:21 PM I don't want Scott to leave. I don't want Teresa to leave. I don't want to leave. I hate change. ----------------- 6:21(still)PM I want to paint with Teresa. It sounds like so much fun to just throw paint on a piece of plywood. I want to paint my memories on a piece or plywood and I don't care if anyone else except me and Teresa know what they mean!!!! --------------- 6:23PM I want to see Teresa, I'm gonna miss her.