over the river and through the woods
2002-11-11, 1:49 p.m.

I need to get started on my newspaper. The problem is, I don't know what date the newspaper is set at. I can't get a hold of my partners to ask for the date. Two of the kids I don't know, and the other two are ... well I don't know either. I can't work on the paper now. Damnit.

Last night I stayed up and talked to Lathan and his friend, Danny, who's actually a girl, via telephone. It was cool. Danny and I kept bothering Lathan.

"Lathan, who's the girl you like?" I ask.

"Ooh, I wanna know too!" exclaims Danny.

"I can't tell you. Why are you ganging up on me?" Lathan pouts.

"C'mon, please you can tell us," I beg.

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Why won't you tell us?"

"Because you might know her."

Later that night, after Danny hung up, I continued to bother him.

"Who is she?"

"I can't tell you."

"C'mon, we're alone."

"You really want to know?" he asks.

"Yea."

"It's you." What?

"Liar."

"It's true."

"You damn liar."

"I'm serious!"

"No you're not." It may seem like I'm in denial, but he usually jokes around like that.

"I swear I'm serious. I've never been more serious!" He really did sound serious.

"Shut up."

"Allison, I swear!"

"I can't trust you."

"I'm dead serious."

"You're a damn liar."

"C'mon!" There was a pause.

"Cool," I finally say.

"Is that all you can say?"

"Well what do you want me to say?"

"I'm joking! Hahaha! You --"

"God, don't scare me like that!"

"Yea! You should've heard your voice, man. You were like 'What should I do?'! It was so funny!"

"I hate you."

"I love you, too. You know you love me."

"No, I hate you."

"I still love you."

Bah. The kid scares the hell out of me. I have no reason to believe that he was being serious and then trying to cover it up. He is a fantastic actor. He's lied to me numerous times before, sounding totally serious and truthful and then busting out with a "I'm just kidding! Ah-hahaha! You actually believed me!" It's so annoying when he does that. I told him to cut that crap out, but he won't listen. And he wonders why I can't trust him. Jesus.

I should start working. I'm not even at home right now. I'm at a place doing community service. Workin' with kids. It's too bad I find little ones so annoying. *sigh* Better get back to work. One of the kids is lookin' porno. 8-year-olds. *sigh*

On another note: Matt told me I should mention him more in this thing a couple of days ago for some reason. Well, Matt, let me just point out that you've only mentioned me in your journal only once in either September or October. You weren't even talking about me. It was some useless dialogue of me and other friends praising your writing. So blah. I still love you, though. I haven't eaten my Big Mac yet. I need to eat my food. But I don't want to. Lately, I've been forcing myself to eat. I've noticed how anorexic-like I've been acting. I've only been eating, like, one meal a day, if you can call it a meal. It's usually like a teaspoon of rice and a small piece of meat and a little vegetables. That's all I ate. For three weeks. People noticed how much weight I lost. I don't see how. My thighs and arms are still huge. There were also some other *ahem* bodily changes, which began to worry me. So now I've been forcing myself to eat. I guess that's a good thing, right. Ah, forget it. Big Macs are yucky. Where are the saltine crackers? Going to look for saltine crackers. Seeya.

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