Friday, 9:24 p.m.   Get me the shotgun, Clyde, there's gonna be a wedding Oh man. Man. Oh. Man. Devan. I miss being his friend. He was so cool. Back in 9th grade, I had a crush on his friend Mr. Jordy but I think he thought I had a crush on him? So he stopped talking to me so I would stop? But really it just killed the friendship. Which is sad because he was one funny kid. And the conversations about shotgun weddings. I'd almost forgotten how much I lo--I am totally missing the point. So I read Chelsea's diary. I was like. Wow. I was gonna cry. I was seriously going to cry. It's not even like it happened to me, but oh wow. Romantic to the max. Serenades, parks at night, spontaneous kisses. It's like a scene from a movie. Chelsea, I know he's gone but. Wow. I'm still jealous. I'll kiss a stranger. It won't be romantic, but it will be cool. To Do List See The Christchurch Wizard Kiss a stranger Learn how to waltz Make more friends I'm thinking about making a new diary? Starting over. I really am beginning to like my livejournal. People don't comment as often there, but it's not like people comment all that much on my diary here, either. But I really like it here, maybe I'll just get a new diary here. And transfer my favorite entries over. I'll work on that. yeah.