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Imori-chan (blue_newt) wrote,
@ 2004-01-06 17:16:00
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    Today
    My last day of Winter Break. Woke up at about noon. Had to hurry to get ready to go to lunch with Mom and her former co-workers. We ate at Panera Bread and our conversation was funny. Then Mom and I went to see "Peter Pan". It was okay. Some parts were really great, others were really bad. I think the ending is sad. Peter's a coward. He refused to grow up, even for Wendy!! Of course, that's where the movie "Hook" comes in, but that was sad, too. "I won't grow up for you, Wendy, but I'll do it for your granddaughter!" Man...growing up and getting on top is the worst, most spiteful punishment I can think of for all the little pissants who seem to think that I won't make it. When I'm pulling down six figures a year and they're eating dirt, I'd say that's really great and funny. Maybe I'll toss Blair a crumb every now and then.

    I saw a lot of people that I knew at the movies today. Ashley A. was working, which in itself wasn't so surprising. I figured she'd be working today. We didn't get any refreshments, though, 'cause we'd just eaten lunch, so I didn't get to say hello. On our way out of the theater I saw a gangly redheaded girl and I swear it was Cassie W. I haven't seen her since eighth grade. I didn't say anything, though, because I wasn't entirely sure. Then as we were going to the parking lot, we saw Mrs. Etzell - my eighth grade Language Arts teacher. I waved as we drove by but she either didn't see me, didn't recognize me, or didn't care. Last time I talked to her she was pretty rude to me (I'd gone back to Haile for community service) so pessimistic little me says "She didn't care." Whatever. Then we saw Brittany R. and her boyfriend Colin C. and that gay guy from the Performance Poetry Society (the one that isn't Rzepa - Actually, I think his name is David. Not entirely sure, though.) They didn't see me because we were too far away and they weren't looking our way. Don't care anyway. I don't particularly care for Brittany or Colin, and that gay kid writes really creepy, morbid poems. They're worse than mine. And that's really saying something. Anyway, that was pretty much my day. It was interesting.

    Imori


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