Monday, 10:54 a.m.   A Noon Date with her Fate On the old wooden bridge by the botanical gardens. I'll bring some bread to feed the fat ducks and their fat offspring. It reminds me of America. Obese populations being fed out of the palm of society's hand. And it's not really fate. Fate rhymes with date, so i liked it. Rhyming things are good. It's always nice to read some good rhymes. Like Dr. Seuss. Levi and i have been e-mailing each other. Had been. I suppose by now he's off to boot camp or whatever. We made up. I figured it was time I forgave him, it was all pretty stupid anyway. I hate carrying a grudge. I find my moods drifting more and more into "sad" and it upsets me because im a happy person. I cry when I read the newspaper or watch the news on tv. The world is breaking apart. Little bits every day. But it's okay. Last night it rained good and hard. It was time for me to get offline so I was saying goodbye to people. I told Caleb I was going out to sit in the gutter and watch the rain fall, and he asked if he could come. And I said okay. We sat out there for a good hour or so, and then my mom made us come inside and we cuddled on the couch and made fun of gardening magazines. I like how much we talk. And that he cares about me. And how he asks me what's my favourite kind of kiss and we laugh at each other when we're making out. anyway.. I suppose I should go. Note to Self: Nik's Writing is something I need to read later. ----------------- 7:32 p.m. Nik's writing was boring to me. I suppose that's what I get for reading transformer obsessed boys' stories. Did I tell you? Nik and Zeb know. Zeb. found my diary or something (maybe?). Nik. Decided it was obvious. Arina knows because I tell her some things. I don't think anyone else does though. I hope no one else does. There might be a "thing" tonight. If Caleb can get a hold of anyone. (Maybe he should put glue on his hands to get a better grip.) We wandered all over the botanical gardens, and went to an art gallery, and to a museum. And we walked from the botanical gardens back to my house. My parents have gone to the pub to watch rugby. I hope there is a thing tonight. I hope Andrew can pick me up. I left my hat in his car. When I stand in the rain, looking at the sky for long enough, you can't tell i'm crying. You won't know I'm sad for you. ----------------- 8:19 p.m. I can't get enough of you, diary. I keep coming back for more. I feel as though I could fall asleep anywhemmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmm