I woke up nervous this morning because I have an article to write by Sunday. It’s an independent article. I choose the topic. It’s almost the weekend, which means people become difficult to contact. I still don’t know what my article should be about. Ugh, school starts Monday. I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know.

I was sad yesterday. So Spencer watched The Notebook with me. He’s been avoiding the movie every time I bring it up. I bawled at the end. But I was too embarrassed to get it all out. I always hate myself for crying. So I put my head on his chest and held my breath.

Our heater isn’t working. We wake up cold in the night. Funny, because our house is usually too hot and stuffy.

I’ve been working every day at the “café.” I’m better friends with those around me. But I say too much or too little. And when I say too much I’m embarrassed. I’m always embarrassed when I talk too much. Especially at a job.

I like Michael. He has interesting stories. He cares about school. He talks about research found on the the news. Or Culture.
I like Jensen too. Because he talks like a hillbilly, looks like a rocker, and has a twinkle in his eye.
I like that one girl. I don’t know her name. She’s loud, works hard though. She’s pretty chill.
And Alex, of course. Always love the fashionable Alex. She is also getting married.

We are figuring out Hawaii tickets. Cheaper tickets in Vegas, but a million add-ons. Driving six hours to and from home. Could be real cheap if we do it right. But we’d have to miss more school to get the cheaper ticket. Maybe not worth it going to Vegas.

We are having people over for the first time on Saturday.

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  1. Good grief, Anne, you have a lot on your plate. Do you need to go to lunch to get it all out on the table?

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