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Speaking of which...

Random thoughts before I go to bed:

I walked around the track 7 times today. That's a record. That's almost 2 freakin miles! Not bad for someone who sits around reading random diaries all day.

Speaking of which, I just spent two hours reading perceptions.diaryland.com (forgive me, if I knew HTML in the slightest, I could have made that a link.) It was total good times. I actually LOLed a few times.

Speaking of which, I hate talking to people online and they say LOL to something that's not funny in the slightest. One of my best friends keeps doing that, and I want to grab him by his nose and say, "No!"

Speaking of best friends, my boyfriend's computer isn't working. This, indeed, is a tragedy. That is what he does all day. He sits online, talking to people, making friends. And talks to me. So this is wierd.. if I have something to tell him, I actually have to call him and tell him instead of saying it online. This makes what I have to say seem less important, because if I call him and just say "Muah!" like I do online, he'll probably be annoyed by that. Damn phones!

Speaking of which, since 105.3 took away Loveline for "Opie and Anthony" and thus pissed me off merciessly, I'd like to thank 97.1 for bringing it back. The Eagle and 105.3 kinda trade things like that. Because the Eagle had Howard Stern a few years ago, and now they don't, but 105.3 has it now.

Speaking of which, well, no, not anymore.

I kinda zone out when I'm walking around the track. I could think about the events of the day, but instead I focus on how many laps I'm going to do today. And I look at the other people and spy on their conversations. This one couple that I've seen a few times kind of have a game going on to see how many laps they can do. My boyfriend and I are the total antithesis of that. We have a game going to see how many pieces of pizza we can eat, or who can sleep the longest.

I would still like Angel Boy to call me right this second, invite me out to Denny's, and then profess his undying love for me over cheese and onion omelettes and chocolate chip pancakes. I actually wrote a pretty pornographic story depicting this exactly, and sent it to Pervert Girl. Well, she asked.

Speaking of which, I'm going to bed.

1:55 a.m. - 2001-07-24

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