Thursday, June 14th, 2001
Yesterday Mandy and I went out. We had good times. We didn’t do a lot of specific stuff, but it was good times. I remember a game of pool, a shake, and this girl named Carrie. Carrie seemed nice if you ask me. Her and her roommate were funny, and they had a really nice room.
Which brings me to my next point. I want to live with girls. Girls make sure that whereever they’re living smells good and has coherent furniture. Carrie and Nikki had this green theme going on, it was neat. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still all about boys, and I’m a total slob; but I don’t know how much of a slob I could be before other people’s slobbiness would be exponentially worse. Boys are still easier to get along with. It all makes sense in my head.
I saw Veronica yesterday, too! It was really good to see her. I know that it’s been far too long when we’re asking each other, “So how have you been?” Especially considering how well we used to know each other. I’ve been very respective of her wish for hermitage… possibly too respecting. I think I should make more of an effort to call her, even though it feels like it would be against her wishes, because.. well, I haven’t got to see her.
Jessica and I went to Des Moines today. Bath & Body works is having an even better sale. It’s almost three for one. I guess they do this every June. God, I love June. We didn’t get anything, though. The two of us almost did, but we decided that we were too poor at the moment and that there was plenty of the month left. I also found out that my surge protector was dead from the storm and not my modem. That was good, so I
bought a new surge protector instead of modem.
Now Listening to: The Power of Goodbye
Madonna
I had a good time with my sister today. I think I need to tell her that I’m gay. Honestly, I think it would bring us a lot closer. We already share so much, and it would be nice to be able to be honest with her. Especially when we’re both obviously staring at the same thing on the escalator in the mall. We’ll see if anything ever becomes of this thought, but I know that she would take it okay. It’s just my level of courage. I like the person that I am, and I’d like to be able to share the person that I am with those that I care for. I don’t know.
One day.