october: 8: 1998    :    thursday
 

I have no car anymore. It is really not cool. And yeah, maybe I do sound stupid saying this. But you know.. when for a month you have something and you rely on it, it isn't too cool when that disappears. Whatever. Things change. People deal.

I am not sure it is possible for anyone to understand how much i don't want to take the SAT II's on saturday. Well, I bet some people understand cause they are taking them, too. But I really don't want to.

I wrote a story about random dialogue in the subway. Here's some.

  "He looked up at the clock. It was a little before half past seven on a Tuesday night. Gray shivered as he let out a short sigh. He was alone here. The few people that passed him while he waited didn't seem real. They were only extras in his imaginary movie. Checking the clock again, Gray was disappointed to find it only one minute later. He was anxious to get home, in a way."

Okay, so that's just a short part without any dialogue. deal with it.

Becca ran off to Marquette today. Wow, that was odd. I mean, I wouldn't see her anyways, but it is just weird to think about. Leaving town. I wish. Oh well. I hope things are good in Marquette, or something.

I've been working on re-opening the communication lines without pushing you. It would be nice to be able to talk every now and then.

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