Thursday, 8:15 p.m.   Summer Fest It is the annual Summerfest, and I am excited. So excited. I am going to call Sarah G. and see if she can go today. If she can't, I'll go to scott's and sample all his music. the loser and his 13 point something gigs of music. I love him anyway. Sarah and I haven't hung out in a long time and I've seen Scott every day this week (this isn't a bad thing, of course). I wonder when the last time Sarah and I really hung out. Possibly never. Possibly 2 years ago. Possibly that last day of school for about 5 minutes as I signed her yearbook and wrote a bunch of stuff about things to remember and things to look forward to. I hate just signing my yearbook, you look at a signature and wonder who that was, who was their personality, why didn't they even write "have a great summer" or something? So I write about an inside joke we had or a fantastic fun time we had. I avoid signing the yearbooks of people I don't know. Why should they have the priveledge of wondering in 10 years Who I Was. anyway, the summerfest should be good. I don't have a newspaper so I don't know what all's going on, but we'll see soon, eh? ----------------- 1:46 p.m. News Flash: I'm a moron. I left my car running for an HOUR at scott's house. Sad. The battery was so close to dead I thought it was at first. I turned it off, turned it back on, and went back inside feeling like the biggest idiot in the world "um...do you have any jumper cables...i left the radio on in my car and now the battery's dead..." Yeah. To make matters worse, they had to wake up scott's stepdad to ask him where the jumper cables were, and we went back outside to look for them in the trunk of his stepdad's car, I got back in my car to try turning it on one more time, it didn't work, but I am stupid and tried it again and it finally did work. Oh man. I hate me sometimes. I apologized and felt really stupid, and now I've found out that my dad called while I was gone...oh well I have the cell if he wondered where I was. I think I'm gonna sleep for a few hours though because I'm dead tired. man I am so stupid. ----------------- 4:33 p.m. Here I am back again, because this is an addiction, I'm not ashamed to admit it anymore. I think it's kind of funny, how could I be addicted to an internet site. I took a nap. Then I had to pee so I got up. I'm still really tired. I called Sarah though and she wants to go to SF tomorrow. yay. I wonder what an international cellphone is like. My mother desperately wants a flipphone, it's funny in a way. She won't buy a new one unless it's a flip. I hope they have the international ones in flip style so we can get some in New Zealand and still be able to call back to the states and I could call Scott for a few minutes like once a week or something and talk to him and hear his voice and make sure he's not changing into someone I won't like. I would hate to come back still in love with a boy who doesn't exist anymore. Maybe I would call my friends too, the swim team, like Nicole and Ber and Emily and Chelsea. I wonder if this is possible. I wonder how many minutes I'm alotted, I wonder how expensive it is. I'm so scared.