Thursday, 11:50 a.m.       Accounting   Pencils are so archaic Common knowledge: I made Caleb hang out with me last night. There was that time when Nik and I went to the film festival. Nik and I did a lot of walking too, like last night? Only we had a destination. It was similar in that we didn't know each other very well, but Nik and I never really stopped talking, we always had something to say. Also, I didn't look at his face when he talked to me, or vice versa, like I had planned when I got here. When talking to someone or being talked to, look that person in the eye. I didn't want to look Nik in the eye. I don't know why. sometime after that point, I forgot about my plan to try and look people in the eye when talking to them. Haha. But last night, while we sat there, waiting for our Sundae artwork, he said, "You don't look at people when they talk to you? your eyes keep darting." And I had to smile because I'm completely conscious of that fact and trying to change it. I don't know what it is about me, Even if I want to look someone in the eye while talking to them, I can't maintain eye contact. Anyway. I probably bored that poor boy, most of what I had to say was about what was different in America. Stuff that I found to be weird. I saw lots of weird cars--the kind that look like toys, only people-sized and perhaps also fully functional. They were, well, they looked like toys that a little kid might play with, so they looked kind of immature, childish. Out of place. Anyway, people also pick funny colors for their cars--brownish gold, pastel pink and the like. I commented on it to Caleb, I said, "Who would buy a gold-brown car?" He thought about it. Well he said he was thinking about it. A few minutes later, he was like, 'nope can't think of anyone,' which amused me. And then I told him while I was in Northland's Mall, I saw some store called "Athlete's Foot," and why would anyone want to buy shoes from a place named after foot fungus. He said maybe the same kind of people who bought gold-brown cars. He's a funny kid. I don't know what it is about him. When I -do- talk to him, I have absolutely no inhibitions whatsoever, telling him about myself- the dream I had a few nights ago where I was a cow? And that I'm a sucker for guys with confidence and also have a weakness for ice cream. I never even noticed I told him all this until he said maybe I shouldn't tell everyone my greatest weaknesses... Hmm, telling everyone my greatest weaknesses would make me a pretty crappy superhero, methinks. I better either clam up a bit or drop the superhero job. Anyway, accounting is nearly over. I had almost nothing to do, I'm not taking the test, and I finished the bank reconciliation sheet she gave me. I read fora while and felt the urge to break out the ol' pencil which I haven't used all week, favouring instead the pens. My day didn't start off so good as it usually does -- I didn't talk to Dan on AIM this morning before school. Maybe at home? Mmm. Lunch time. ------------------ 6:59 p.m. (now) I didn't get to talk to Dan after school. Major major bummer. Hmm, I did get to talk to Sara though, my Yin! How I miss her. lessthanthree. I was biking to school and for some reason, I kept thinking of Holly and Aubrey. I think I kind of miss them. I miss Holly's perpetual peppy posture....ok that last word was just thrown in for alliteration's sake. Although a lot of the time I cannot stand Holly's constant complaints, sometimes she can be a supercool girl. As long as you don't bring up boys or health. The girl was born with a voice and she certainly doesn't skimp on the word usage. Aubrey. I wonder how she's doing. We haven't talked really at all this summer? Same with Holly. I'm -tempted- to call the two of them and make sure they know I'm gone. I mean, if I'm thinking of them, they should think of me too, right? I got a g-mail account! If you want to know it IM me or something. If you wanna know my IM....find it. bwahahahaha. Honestly kids, it's not hard to find. Oh, and Kayleigh e-mailed me too! I need to read it. I'll do that now then. ----------------- 8:05 p.m. When you need me the most When you are in the moment of utmost despair And you count on me to be there. That will be the moment that I am gone. And when you are so sick of me that you feel you could vomit Day after day of talking to me. That will be the moment that I am there.