Lunch: My favorite class!
2002-12-17, 10:50 p.m.

Here's the highlight of my day:

Lunch time. (First period was dumb, so I'm just skipping that) Tad, Drew, Pablo, Heath, and I were sitting at our usual table. Drew offered me some cookies. I declined.

"C'mon. You're not eating anything? You're a stick and your pants are falling off!"

I pulled up my pants. "I can't help if they fall off. They didn't used to be this big..."

"Anorexic!" He placed a cookie on my flute case, which I was resting my head on. Picking up the cookie, I asked if anyone wanted it.

"Don't anyone DARE take that cookie!" He said.

"I'm not hungry, Drew, ok? Geez." I handed the food to Chris, who took it, then gave it back. I shrugged and threw it in the trash can 5 feet behind me. It hit the bottom with a loud thump.

"Damn you," said Drew to me.

I don't know how, but the conversation drifted from food to how much Heath loves porno. That whole conversation was way over my head.

"C'mon, you know you watch porno," argues Heath after I told him I didn't.

"I don't," I told him.

"You had to watch it at least once," add Drew.

"Excuse me if I don't find a bunch of girls getting it on in the shower arousing, Drew." I gave him a hard look.

"I'm going to e-mail you some porno. Male porno."

"No you're not!"

"Just watch."

"Don't make me hit you." He shrugged.

"Some people practice bestiality," Heath told us, changing the subject. "I guess that's why some people are attracted to Allison."

"What?! I'll kill you!" I yelled and chased him around the small table.

Heath ran 'round and 'round the table, avoiding me and laughing at my threats. "You beast; you horse!" He neighed. "You dog!"

"You asshole!" I cried.

Drew jumped up and held me back. Dude's strong. Couldn't get away from him.

The lunch bell rang.

I walked off, leaving the guys behind. Drew ran to catch up. "That was mean what you said to Heath," he told me. "He didn't do anything bad. All he said was that you're a beast.... and a horse ... and a dog -- you know what? That was mean! Where is he?" He looked around the crowded hallway. I smiled. When we reached the hallway I turn, he squeezed my arm, said bye, and walked off.

It's not what you're thinking. I'm not falling for him. Really. That would just be dumb. We can't talk about anything. Hell, when I was trying to be serious with him (was talking 'bout what Melode did to Jose) today, the only thing he said was "Man, I need to talk to her!" Ass.

When we're alone we have to struggle to find something to talk about, unless we're online. Drew usually just goofs off and pulls some stunt like he did the other day.

*sigh* Idiot.

I fell asleep as soon as I got home. Slept three hours. I dreamt, which is not something I normally do. What it was I can't remember, but it involves what happened today. I don't remember what happened in the dream, but I recognized people: Tad, Drew, a French horn player in band, and Erica was there. Whatever.

When I woke my family was gone. I had the house completely to myself. They're lucky I'm responsible. I could've burnt the house down. Geez.

Well, that's the highlight of my day. Fun, huh? Right.

Y'know what? I don't like it when people surf by my diary and then put in the guestbook "nice layout." Don't like my writin', eh?

That's ok, though. It's their opinion and they have a right to express themselves. I don't care.

I should change my name. People wander into the diary because they're attracted to the Miami part. They say to themselves, "Wow. A girl from Miami! I wonder what her life is like!"

Well it's boring, ok? Boring! Kiss my ass, you stinkin' little critics!

Ha. I shouldn't be typing this. What if a stranger does stop by? Teehee.

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