2003-07-30 at 9:40 p.m.
I tried writing earlier, but halfway through my entry, the power decided it didn't like me, so it went off. Bad power... BAD BAD!
Here I am, at home, almost alone. My parents are here. Sandy, of course, is off with Matt. They are still very much in love. It makes me almost sick!
Saturday is a party the lake for incoming seniors. It's also the day that my Paul will be back from San Antonio. Did I just say "my" in reference to Paul? He'd kill me if he ever found out. Good thing no one I know in person knows about this journal. Otherwise, I'd probably get into deep trouble. But back to the party, since Paul's graduated, he's not able to go. He might not even be back until late Saturday night anyway, so why worry? I told him about the party when he called earlier, and he told me to ask Dave for a ride. So here I am, going on a "date" with my boyfriend's friend! And my boyfriend knows about it! Weirdness, people. Weirdness.
I found out something about myself as I got ready to take a bath. Only, now that I'm trying to remember it, I can't. Crudaroni! I think it was something along the lines of me actually trying to please everyone when I know that is an impossiblity. I don't remember. I think I'm like Dori in "Finding Nemo"... I have a short term memory loss... I think.