I have been at my desk since 2.30 this afternoon. It’s almost 7pm now. I have 11 pages finished of my nutrition project. It will be finished tonight. I’m stopping for one hour at 8pm to watch “Monk”…
Today was the first day I thought about J. all weekend. Why do guys not tell the truth? Why do they say “sure that sounds good” or “don’t be paranoid” but all along they never ever had any intention of doing the thing you asked?
Friends should want to hang out with each other..right? Why wasn’t I good enough to be his friend? Was he ashamed to be seen with me off campus? Why wouldn’t he have a beer with me? Was it because I’m not Jewish? Why was I just the coffee girl?
Damn. I’m crying again.
One of the movies I watched yesterday during my procrastination phase was “10 Things I Hate About You.” There is a line I’m stealing.. it goes something like this: “I hate the fact that I don’t hate him at all… not even a little bit.” When I know I probably should.
Ok. that’s it.
