Oh... I can't stop there.
there's more where that came from...
It's just that I know that he would never do something just to spare my feeling, and that's what I'm doing for him. Unrequited.
Last night I was talking to Heidi and she mentioned "shit on a stick."
I then said, "Yeah, I'd rather eat shit on a stick then go to Homecoming with him."
I just don't have a chance to tell him.
He came over to my house yesterday, but I was at Jake's (we went around (well, down three blocks from his house) getting cans. we got $21 and $12.35 (so far) from my mom's) until 9:30.
Today at school he said he just wanted to say "hi," but Manno said he was looking all over for me (Children's Park, her house, maystreet) and she told him I was getting cans.
Hopefully I can tell him today. Then I can start October fresh, with "no problemas." Unfortunatly I think that that is going to remain only a hope.
It doesn't look like Jake's gonna be able to go. His mom is pretty set that he can't. "It's a secular school, and the worst things happen at Prom and homecoming."
Maybe I just won't go. No, my grandma's gonna make me a dress (forest green or crimson, velvet.) - Beth Rose
...enough already!
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manky @ 0:00:02
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Boy, It has been awhile. Okay, so it's only been 2 days, but a major dilemma began Tuesday. Jarrod (yes, Gianino) asked me to Homecoming.
there's more where that came from...
I said yes (in a way, I explained the whole "group thang" and invited him to come with us,) but I don't want to go with him. The more i ponder it the less I want to go with him. - Beth Rose
...enough already! scribbled by
manky @ 0:00:01
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