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3.03.2011
I saw James yesterday, but it didn't fluster me like it did the last time I saw him.

Strange as it sounds, I think it's probably because of Steven. Like, OH HEY, I'VE BEEN MUCH FURTHER WITH HIM THAN YOU. SUCK IT.

Of course, Steven and I are not dating, and I'm not even remotely attracted to him. But still. Goddamn. Why is everything so complicated?

I never have these kinds of problems with girls. Ever.





Winter and I went to church and passed notes about sex the whole time. Then afterwards, we ducked into the same bathroom stall to exchange cigarettes. We'd have stayed in the main part of the bathroom, but there were a bunch of other people in there, so . . . well, basically, cigarettes are not the sort of thing you want to wave around recklessly in a church, especially if you're our age. The awkwardness of the whole thing was hilarious, though.



I'm working on January Brings Few Faces again. I have to -- my queue's getting dangerously low. I don't mind, though. I actually wound up writing part of a certain scene in church yesterday. Ahh, I can't believe I actually went to church . . . I've been avoiding that for how long now. Oh, G takes me on Sundays still, but I just slip out and go across the street to smoke. Actually, I only went because Lily asked me to. Lily and I have that tenuous kind of relationship where we both like each other, but we don't see each other often enough to be actual friends. I'm surprised she texted me. Hm.

ANYWAY. JBFF. If I can actually finish this damn story, I'll consider it a personal accomplishment . . . sad as that is. It's turning out SO much longer than I'd originally intended. I mean, it's OKAY. It's an okay story. I just thought it would be short.

It's not, as you can probably tell, if you've been reading it.

And spoiler alert!: _____ and _____ totally Do It. Cool.



5 Comments:

So intriguing about the cigarettes in the bathroom at church. You rebel ...you.

By Blogger Unknown, at 3/03/2011 10:17:00 AM  

I can understand. Sometimes, you feel its just not right. What guys can get away with. And you know, it grows. Sometimes, you just can't help yourself.

hahahaa...

I read what you posted yesterday in reader. JUST GO FOR IT. (the story)

By Blogger ellie, at 3/03/2011 11:49:00 AM  

Oh..you know you can finish it..You can. Sounds like some interesting happenings. Thanks for the update. & comment.

I just hope the next part isn't too disgusting disturbing that I wrote. I've been putting it off. But I felt it was time.

By Blogger Unknown, at 3/03/2011 12:25:00 PM  

Take all these emotions and fill the page. I'm looking forward to the fiction of your life.

By Blogger Holly, at 3/03/2011 02:00:00 PM  

YOU BETTER FINISH IT OR AIR FLUFFS WILL KIDNAP YOU AND DRAG YOU TO THE DEPTHS OF HADES, where you will receive nothing but Dairy Queen ice cream.

By Blogger L, at 3/31/2011 11:13:00 PM  

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