He did it again. He ditched me again. I hate him sometimes. Well, he didn't exactly ditch me this time. He said me "might" be there. But for him, being there on time means he's about two hours late, so might means never. He's driving me crazy. I'm not sure if today or yesterday is worse. Yesterday he made me wait a half an hour before he told me that he couldn't come, but today was the second time in two days. I know he's leaving tomorrow, but I'm pissed anyway. If he ever comes back to Alaska to visit, I'm not gonna bother planning anything with him, because he NEVER SHOWS UP! So I'm having maccaroni tonight instead of pizza like we planned, because there's no point ordering pizza for one, as my mom said. It drives me crazy. We had the whole thing planned out--he was gonna come over, and we were gonna walk to Blockbuster's and rent the Naughty 90's because he's never seen it before. Then we were gonna go home and order pizza, and after we had pizza and watched the movie we were gonna have cake and ice cream with mom, Jess, Julie and Chris (my aunt and cousin). He sounded so excited about it earlier. Whatever. I'll write later.