Tuesday, September 25, 2001

Today was fucking weird. Well, it didn't get too weird until after school. So anyway, I guess XC (Cross Country) had practice after school as me and a few of my friends caught them running around the track. Well, after they finished running she was doing stretches... mighty stretches. I thought I was going to die. She was bending over here and there and it was almost too much to handle. Luckily I kept my cool as a cucumber look... only I didn't. I looked like I was fucking diseased and dying, with my spasms and such. Tahahahha...

Before that, this older guy that has a crush on my friend went up to us. He was being so dorky trying to be oh-so suave... and... well, he doesn't realise it, but he's failing. He's a sweet guy I guess, but she's not interested. Oh, well... sucks for him [note: I love that term "sucks to be..." or "sucks for..."].

Then... as me and my friends were walking past the vending machines some girls that we sorta know were acting like crazy mofos. One of them (who I've never talked to EVER before) asked me if I still talked to a girl named Erika. Weird. And then her and her friend were practically beating on each other... explaining how one gave eachother a concussion. Tons 'o excitement! Just really, really random and weird.

I figured it out, though... why all of this odd crap happened today, September 25. It's Clea DuVall's birthday! And at the time of day it was also the birthday of Paul Draper (Mansun) in the U.K. Squeeeee!

And I have the same birthday as one of her favourite singers. Sigh...