Kill Me, Kill Me Now, Please
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Why is it that some people need to know every little thing that goes on in your life? I think I should write EVERY little thing down that I do, including sneezing, blinking, etc. and fully report it to this person. And, I'm sure you can guess who this person is with ease. I logged onto the Internet to check email (b/c I"m waiting for an email--more on that in a minute) and she wouldn't leave me alone... sent me mad emoticons, for crying out loud! I'm sorry if all I told her was that I went to church and did stuff today. But, does she really want/need to know that I redeemed pop cans, talked to many different people, worked on my screen play (my soon to be thesis) and tried to figure out what to wear tomorrow?

All night I've been waiting for the damn phone to ring... and it did, twice. The first time it was from Judy, a call from the DB concert in St. Paul--thank you! That was awesome!!! The second was from someone wanting me to do some insurance papers for them (they seem to think I'm smart) and I refused to pick up. I've been waiting for a call from a boy, who said he *might* call tonight--I feel as giddy as a school girl each time the phone rings, but looks like it will have to wait until after the concert tomorrow night, or Monday night after being at two hospitals. Oh, but anyway, sometimes he emails me instead of calling, if he's tired or he left his phone at work (which happens on the weekends a lot).

ONE MORE DAY!!! I can't wait! Concert, concert, concert! I promise not to miss the meet and greet this time!