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Well, this is just freaking GREAAAAAAAT.

I went up to the library, and when I was trying to park I smacked into this red car to my right. I freaked OUT. The other car was scratched just a little bit, but the side light on the van? Busted. The lady whose car I ran into came out and she said everything was okay, and I was just freaking out and apologizing all over the place. Ack. I think I'm going to go and crawl in my little hole of embarrassment now...

Speaking of the hole of embarrassment, on Tuesday Tiffany and I went to see Dodgeball, which was really funny, but that's besides the point. In the middle of the movie I had to go to the bathroom, and when I was walking out of the aisle I tripped over a group of three kind of attractive guys and like, fell on them. It was simultaneously funny and embarrassing. Got to love my lack of balance showing up at wonderful times.

More later. Probably.

(And I really need to get rid of this stupid virus software that won't let me delete my freaking e-mails. Does anyone have McAfee Security and Yahoo Mail? Can you delete your mail?)

so take the memories and still frames in your mind...

Because I'm experiencing a little bit of writer's block, I'm transcribing my old journal entries, so that should I actually decide to publish the thing, I'll have started it.

I'm starting with my oh-so-wonderful sixth grade journals. I can't believe that was seven, eight years ago. If anything, this is proving that I am definately the target audience for I Love the 90s. I mentioned that I wanted Adidas track pants like Mel C. from the Spice Girls already, and I talked about my then-disdain for Hanson. (Who now seem kind of cool to me. Oh, how the times change.) I was in sixth grade in late 1997 and early 1998. It seems like so long ago.

The thing about keeping journals is that if you've kept them since you were very young, like I did, you go back and read them and you are terrified, because you realize that you were a really big geek, when at the time you thought you were oh so cool and knowledgable about everything. Some of the things I did as an eleven year old were truly cringe-worthy. Some of the things I wrote as an eleven year old make me want to tear my hair out and scream, "Why, God, WHY?! I was a blazing IDIOT!" What's worse is the fact that my handwriting SUCKED at the time and I wrote in all cursive, and my cursive has never been very good, so reading it is just bad. The next year, I abandoned the cursive in favor of print. Thank God I did.

You ever have those days where you feel crabby for no reason? Today was one of those days. It might have been because of what happened with the car light, but other things happened that just irked my nerves. But I'm over it now. Ah, the joys of being a girl.\

Also, I'd really like a pen pal. Like, a real pen pal. Anyone know where I could get one?