10:48 Tuesday Night   Why Must My Heart Be So Emo? It's the day. the day. 10 months. And with every notification of a contact's sign in, and with every phone call that directs itself to my house, my heart just sinks. Because it's not him. And this is what I was looking forward to so much. all. damn. week. I went to Catering at 4:15. Today was busy. I woke up at 7:15, talked to caleb for 5 minutes, went to work with my dad, worked 3 hours tagging wheat plots (woo...), went to Sam's Club to buy a printer for mum, went to lunch at Quizno's where a random old guy heard me talking to myself about not being able to find the water (I found it--he prided me on being smarter than he was.. "prettier too"), went home, showered, danced around, talked to people online, ate cake, looked at photos, went to work. Today was my busiest day yet. I've only worked 10 parties, granted, but wow. I was always on the move. My left bicep is going to be huuuge. There were 10 of us working by the time we ate dinner. We crammed all of us around one octagon shaped table. It was really awesome, except poor Tomas was in a bad mood. I was sitting between the only two boys. It was weird. Tomas is funny but the other guy is kind of creepy...actually he reminds me of a slightly creepier Craig. Craig can be creepy but I've known him so long I just overlook it now. Anyway. 500 4-H people. I was there almost 6 hours. I saw my Sara! She asked me out! yay! (okay she just suggested Saturday after work...which really impressed me because up until this point, I've been the one who has been suggesting dates then being shot down.) Mm. Now if only he would get online so i could tell him to call me. Maybe he's given up. It's only 5 o'clock his time. what's the deal? He shouldn't have soccer... He shouldn't have work... I'm so confused and sad and aar;lekh;flgkah;dlfkadfhga. frustrustrustrated! I prayed for him today. I prayed for a lot of things today. I left my cell phone at home. 2 motorcycles tailgated me until i pulled over and let them pass. Then a car was tailgating me (I was going the speed limit, exactly. What the hell makes people think that at night, just because no one's on the road you can go 10 miles faster? ARGH), so I slowed down. I didn't slam on the brakes, I just took my foot off the gas. I got to 20. he just got closer. I went to 15. he finally passed me. It made me angry, so I just counted to ten. People are so annoying. I'm going the speed limit. Why is the speed limit such a hard law to follow? sigh so. he just got on.