There's not much for me to say today. I'm in a really bad mood and I don't really care what anyone else thinks right now. I failed Algebra II miserably for the fifth six weeks and my teacher mentioned something about taking the second semester over again in summer school which means I don't get to walk the stage with the rest of my fellow '05 classmates. Sometimes I wish I could just snap my fingers and make everything better. Most likely once my parents see my report card I'll be grounded. Either that or they'll take my car away from me. Great. Jeff's working tonight. I think he goes in at 7. I'm going to Robyn's surprise birthday party tonight at 7. This will be fun. I think I'm having a good hair day. I like it today for some reason. Nice and soft and flowing. Blah. I like Sam's hair better. Jeff and I had a long talk yesterday. I was disappointed when he called me and told me we couldn't meet up for lunch because he was working for his landlord's wife, Debbie, but I was understanding about it. She was going to pay him $10 bucks an hour for 9 hours and write him off a check before he left. He made $90-something bucks just in one day working for her. She was short some guys or somethng and called him and woke him up and asked him to come work for her. I understood and said nothing about it. I was disappointed, but hey, we have the rest of our lives to have lunch with each other, am I wrong? Later on I decided for lunch I would go with Josh, J.J., and Justin to some Chinese food place to eat since it was right across the street from Langham. I've known these guys for four years almost and I've had Auto Tech with them for almost two years now. They're my good friends. And since it was such a cheap place to eat at, J.J. offered to buy my meal since I had no money on me. I told Jeff this when he called me on my lunch and he immediately got pissed off at me. So I brought up Jenifer and how he goes out to eat with her and goes to bars with her and shit and asked him how it was any different for me to go eat lunch with some buddies of mine from Auto Tech. He said something about it not being the same. "When a guy buys a girl a meal, he's flirting." Uh, no? Not really. At least not all the time. Anyway, we ended up arguing and I hung up on him. I wasn't going to sit there and try to eat my goddamn sweet and sour chicken and bitch at him at the same time. He called me later on in Auto Tech when he went on his lunch and complained some more. He apologized and once again, up came the "trust issue". I told him that he always complains about me not trusting him and now he was pulling the exact same shit on me. He apologized again and explained himself and told me that he just didn't want me to give the guy "false hope". He didn't want me to lead the guy on to think that I would leave Jeff to be with him if things got serious enough. These are Jeff's words. I had to explain to him that me and those guys have been friends for forever. Since before I met him. He said he understood and apologized and we eventually swapped "I love you's" and hung up with each other. That was one arguement. He called me a little before five to tell me that he was fixing to get off work and that he would be on his way over to my house after he gets his check. I knew it would take him a while to get home with the traffic and all so eventually I fell asleep in the recliner waiting on him. I woke up an hour and half later and he still wasn't anywhere near my house so I texted him and told him to forget about coming over because obviously he had better shit to do. He called me and told me that he cashed his check on the way over and before he even got remotely close to my subdivision, his brother called and asked him to come pick up Cue Ball and take her home. I understood but was still fucking ticked that he couldn't have at least called me and let me know. He said "I figured you would be asleep like you said you would be and wouldn't care." Yeah. I didn't care. But it would've been nice of him to at least call me. There's "Misunderstanding #2". Once he got to my house, he took me out to eat at Casa Ole to kind of make up for being such a goddamn dick to me but all we ended up doing was arguing instead of eating. Well, it went great at first. We were talking and he had his arm around me holding me close to him and we ordered Chili con Queso and ate that but by the time we got our food, he had me in tears. Not because of something he said or did or by the way he was acting, just by what we were talking about. We got into the discussion of sex and how he thinks we have it way too often. He got into some bullshit about how he's sinned too much in the past and that he's trying to make himself a better person and having sex before marriage is sinning. And that he wanted to stop. He asked me why I couldn't understand that and I told him it was because I didn't "believe". Then he told me that that better change or else he can't marry me. I started crying telling him why I didn't believe in Him and Heaven and Hell. Needless to say, I lied to him. I was pissed off when I told him that I didn't believe in God because I felt he was trying to use an excuse not to have sex with me and I took it offensively. Because in the entire year and three months we've been together, he's never told me that. Once I knew he was serious, I apologized and told him that I do "believe" and that I talk to Him every day. We put our food in to go boxes and got out of there. I think we were making a scene. I know the waiter was freaked out. So I guess we pretty much aren't having sex again until we're married. "He doesn't want to sin anymore." So, whatever. And apparently, he doesn't want to marry me anymore. But that's fine. I can't change his mind. I'm going to let him think what he wants to think and do what he wants to do. Whatever. I think this is long enough and I don't have much else to put in here that you people actually care enough about. So, good afternoon. I think there's a pubic hair on this desk. Ewe.