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Monday. It’s
been three years since I dated Julie M. Wow. I spent the day at work and in
class, and when I got home I got internet working on my laptop. I spent 4-6
hours last night trying to get it to work, and all I had to do was press a
button. FML. Rob and Mandy came over, and Mandy cooked us a kickass dinner:
pasta with chicken. They did laundry and then headed home. Chris & Tiz came
over. Sarah told me, “I’ve been so tempted to return to Keith, but I’m hoping a
better guy is out there.” Our pumpkin has caved in, is infested with yellow
jackets. I tried to burn them out with Bacardi 151, and one stung me. But I
killed it. So I won.
Tuesday. I
skipped out on classes today and spent the day writing. Ams worked until 9:30.
Sarah and I browsed online videos. She’s opened up more about her struggles as
a single girl. “I want so much more, I want to love and be loved, but I’m
afraid I’ll never experience it.” Poor girl. I can relate.
Wednesday. I
worked 9:30-1:00 with Nate and Rob and spent the afternoon working on Greek.
Jobst came over for a little bit. Sarah was in a bad mood all night.
Thursday. First
day of Fall Break. It rained all day, and I joined Julie B. and some of her
friends, and we went to an apple orchard and then to Bethany’s house. Her mom
made cookies and we ate apples from the orchard. Julie B. broke down into tears
while we were driving, mourning a failed romance with a guy named Paul. She had
a diabetic attack in the car and nearly died. Good times. At the house, Sarah
was really sad and lonely, so I fixed us dinner and we watched “Nightmare on
Elm Street.” A massive storm rolled through, and I fell asleep amidst lightning
and rolling thunder and rain hammering on the windowpanes.
Friday. Dylan
came over, and we spent the day hanging around the house with Sarah, Jessie,
and Ams. Dylan got pretty drunk, and he and Jessie had some really good talks,
and Sarah threw in, too.
Saturday. Dylan
and I ate lunch at the ghetto McDonald’s, then went to Newport and saw the
movie “The Invention of Lying.” We smoked on the balcony overlooking the plaza
and watched a man juggling knives. We went to Hyde Park and hit up the
Starbucks in Rookwood Commons, then browsed Joseph-Beth. I fantasized about
Alaska while reading a book on the Inside Passage. There was a display of
Twilight books and knock-offs, and I felt envious of Stephanie Myers. I want to
be as famous as her, and I want my books to sell like wildfire. Dylan left, and
I cleaned the house and when Sarah got home, we went to Newport and saw the
movie “Zombieland.” It was good, but I fancy “realistic” zombie flicks a bit
more. We ran by the Marathon on 8th Street, hit up McDonald’s, and
rounded out the night watching TV.
Sunday. Sarah
was passed out on the sofa when I woke up. She groaned and said Hi as I went
out onto the porch for my morning cigarettes. We read through some of my old
journals, from when I liked her the first time, and I fought the urge to
confess some things haven’t changed. It was fun to relive those 2007 memories,
as awful a time it may have been. Jobst came over, and we smoked pipes on the
front porch and went to Joseph-Beth at Rookwood Commons and hit up the
Starbucks. I ferried him back to his apartment and hurried off to work
5:45-9:00 with Sarah and Kristen S. Jessie came over for a bit, and I fixed tea
and she wrote me a message in my journal:
Anthony Barnhart is my best
friend and I love him dearly. Not sure what I’d do without him in my life. He always
listens to me and tries to have compassion while trying to cheer me up. Jesus
has blessed me with him and I hope we’re friends forever no matter the
distance, how busy we are, or how long it’s been since we last talked. Love you
so much! – Jessie
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