I think I have a quasi-date on Friday. I don't exactly know how, but I think...somehow...said boy finally asked me out. It's actually quite a blur at the moment (it also happened like six hours ago before a huge game six).
But yea...He asked me to go out on Friday night after we got done with some stuff at school. I have no idea what that really entails. I'm so super nervous right now. I can't imagine how this is going to be on Friday.
I've been waiting how long for him to ask me out? I've been waiting patiently every time he couldn't go somewhere, or I couldn't go somewhere...and now...it's actually...it might seriously actually happen?
What does one do?
I am so nervous...I don't want to act like an idiot in front of him. My, my...It's all that I wanted...to hang out with him... alone ...for one night...and now it's happening.
Please...just let this go right...
A look into the psyche of a 20-something searching for herself through the help of her family, friends, and daily passersby.
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Silly Bear...
Late-night phone calls to tell me the Sox are back in the game...
DILUSIONAL
Alas, you're cute anyways...
DILUSIONAL
Alas, you're cute anyways...
Monday, October 18, 2004
Weekend Update
Yah, so...this weekend didn't go exactly as planned. Really, when does it ever, though? I guess I put to much emphasis on some things to happen (that obviously didn't happen), which resulted in me totally getting let down. Which again, am I really that surprised?
Shout out request from someone to themselves: "Hey Angela!"
Anywhoooo....Yeah, this weekend...very perplexing.
OK...so news of the moment: Apparently, I have to keep Friday open. I don't know. I'm again, very perplexed. I think I'm going to go think or something productive...
Peace out, kidses
Shout out request from someone to themselves: "Hey Angela!"
Anywhoooo....Yeah, this weekend...very perplexing.
OK...so news of the moment: Apparently, I have to keep Friday open. I don't know. I'm again, very perplexed. I think I'm going to go think or something productive...
Peace out, kidses
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