25 December 2003

Heather, my favorite Asian

It’s Christmas. Happy Christmas. I don’t know that I have much else to say. I got a keychain for Christmas. It has Porsche on it, so I’m good.

Heather continues to ruin my life over and over. Every time I build up, she pushes me back down. She says she still loves me, and I still love her, I just don’t want to forgive her for what she did. I wonder which guy shes seeing now? Which GUYS I mean…

Why is love so confusing?

02 December 2003

Lots of tests tommorrow. I hope I can look back and laugh at Miss Truitt’s horrible tests. Got math up to a 98, chances are it will fall to a low 80 after the finals. Otherwise, school is school and thus it is boring. I say openly that I hate school — I really do. It’s a passionate, flowing hate.

Having to think of Christmas present ideas, nothing comes to mind. Now it’s time to eat, nothing is new or happening. Feels like another slow Christmas coming, usually, I like that.