Pat's back! Pat's back! Pat's back!!!!

...AND I GET TO SEE HIM AFTER WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!


What can I say? It's the only thing on my mind!


NIGHT!!!

For your information, I was never mad at you. I tried to calm you down. Then, when you wouldnt, I tried to talk about it with you. You made a comment about spending time with your friends, and me. I made a comment. You didnt say anything. Not a word. So I went on. When you finally did say something, you were livid without reason. You mentioned dinner on Thursday, and when I made a comment, you attacked. You never even listened to my reasoning because you're fat headed and have to be right, always. Then you turned this whole thing into a "Pity Pat" party. Did I ever say you're an awful boyrfriend? Did I ever say "I hate you so much!" No. I never said that. Don't even try to act like I did. Act your age, or you'll live a really silent life for the next week or so.

Angrily Yours,

C.Baar

PS: You're being a stupid fat-headed, jerk! Stupid Fathead...

I love that ring...I want it....

Anyway my day:

*Went to bed at four this morning
*Woke up around 11:30, Pat was calling. It was established that I wanted to sleep a little longer.
*Woke up at around noonish.
*Went to publix, for donuts and tea, and this is how it went:
Justin (bakery guy): Hey! It's Pat's girlfriend!
Lady: Who's Pat?
Justin: Only the best bagger ever! I'll get her
Lady: (rolled her eyes)
Justin: He talks about you ALL the time
And pretty much I told him what I wanted, he talked about how he recognized me from chemistry last year, blah blah, lots of smiles (I'm not sure why), he was really excited and really nice. Told me how Pat's his buddy.
Justin: Here, (hands me the box of donuts), I only charged you for four.
(I had bought five)
Me: Thanx!
*Came home
*Pat came over
*He and Mom wanted to watch Jarhead. I didnt. They REALLY wanted to, but they were willing to watch Grandma's Boy instead. I wasnt in the mood for it at the moment. So they wanted Jarhead.
*I whined
*They watched Jarhead, while I fiddled around the house. I talked on AIM, attempted to draw something, played the Sims, had a popsickle, played some more, all the while listening to my iPod, tried to nap, tried fake eye lashes, only got one eye, did some glitter art thing, and then the movie was done.
*Pat and I kind of hung out
*Pat went home.
*Ate
*Played the Sims
*Talked on the phone
*Now this

Some day, huh?

My day:

Woke up because the light was still on. Went back to sleep. Woke up two hours later, and turned the light off.
Woke up early.
Went to work.
Came home.
Plans got canceled, Pat's mom is a spazz. I cant stand her! She makes me want to scream! I mean, scream and scream and scream. I swear, I know she doesnt like me. Not in the obvious sense, but deep down. Deep down I know she doesnt like me.
Pat's bike got stolen, but that should be a few bullets back.
Bought some perfume at Beall's Outlet. Yay.
Played the Sims.
Watched TV. Still am.
Now I'm gonna watch Rescue me. Maybe I'll go into better detail tomorrow. Night.

Thursday Happened like this:

~~Woke up at 6:44am (late).
~Went to school.
~Orchestra was cool, when the cellos actually played I loved it. I really love the cello part for Iowa Spring. It's beautiful. Mrs.Lowe wont be there tomorrow, so there wont be much violin time I guess.
~Algebra II was interesting...just 'cause.
~History was boring, and Mr.Fletcher sucked more than ever.
After school Dad and I searched the town high and low for his Toasted Almond creamer.
Pat and Casey were over, but at first it was just Casey and I hanging out, then mostly just myself being weird. I dont know why I was like that. The Casey left, then Mom left, and then Dad left. Pat and I made dinner. We hung out, he ate the dinner and liked it. (yay). Then he went home, Dad got home, and we ate dinner. He liked it. (yay). Then it was pretty quiet once Chrisi went to bed, and I felt really depressed when I talked to Pat on the phone, sort of.

Friday:

~Woke up late.
~Went to school
~School was okay.
~Slept in Marine Science.
~Came home.
~Mom yelled at me because of Dad's organizational skills.
~Went to work and met Yolanda, and cut myself on a safety pin. I guess they're not so safe.
~Went to the play with Pat, stayed for half becauase
1)I had already seen who I wanted to see.
2)It was too cold, I had been shaking for almost the whole thing.
3)I didnt have my glasses, so it was really hard to see. My eyes hurt, and they began crossing and unfocusing, which is normally a sign to FIND MY GLASSES! unless I want to be cross eyed and blind for the rest of my life.
~On our way to find something to eat, we saw an ambulance, and it slowed down like it was going to turn soon. My house was in the general direction of "soon" so I flipped. I remembered how Dad had a headache, and I remembered when he had his "stroke" that Mom had to call an ambulance. It's like everything just stopped. And all I could think about was "Daddy!" And I'm not jumping to hysterics, most of me knew it wasnt going to our house, like 99% knew it wasnt, but the 1% was still there. Anywho, it stoped a block, or half a block from our house.
~We went to Shake Pit for dinner, and saw Mr.Haas, and one of Pat's teachers.
~We came home.
~I watched part of a thing on Hiroshima. I almost cried.
~Messed around on the computer.
~Went to bed.

Today:
~I woke up around 9am.
It's only ten, so, today can wait until tonight or tomorrow.

Oh yeah, so Monique has this stupid slam book. I'm not just saying it's stupid because I got a bad comment, I've thought it was stupid since day one. So some girl, I know who it is, but she will remain annonymous, wrote on my page "Needs to learn how to dye hair." Excuse me? I'm sorry, but did SHE say that? This is the same girl who cut her hair, dyed it a million different colors, and put in cheap extensions that looked like donkey hair. They were gross. And the times she dyed her hair, they werent even that great of a job. And furthermore, does she even know WHY I dyed my hair? Deos she? No. She doesnt know why, so who is she to talk about me? She cant dye her own hair, and she doesnt know why I did mine. It shouldnt bother me, but it does. Alot.