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WHOA! MY POETRY TEACHER CALLED ME BACK! HAHAHA, SCORE!!!!! I was talking to Dan and I checked the messages on my machine, just in case he'd called. Five messages. It'd been about three weeks since I left him the first message, a week from my second one. The second message was from him. "Hello Jenny, this is Mister Eff." Only he didn't say Mister Eff, only my skank ass calls him that. At that point I was afraid, because when I left the second message on his voicemail I didn't expect him to get it. My brain just told me that, it made me believe that. But he did hear it, and I stopped listening after he said his name. I repeated "Oh my God, oh my freaking God" to Dan about six million times. Yes, for about five minutes straight, no joke. He just laughed. I'm glad I was on the phone with Dan, of all people. Oh, no, before the OMG's I rolled around on the floor for a while, jumped around, did some yelling. My mom, stepdad, and my aunt were working on the addition to my house, probably cracking up at me because I never flip out with the magnitude of last night, man. Never. I went upstairs and rolled around on some beds, yelled a little bit, hyperventilated. Dan gave me enough momentum (PHYSICS TERM MRS WILDS PHYSICS TERM) to go back downstairs and press play again. I listened to it, but it didn't sound like him; it sounded like the machine on his voicemail. Well, what do you know, but he said "I'm willing to talk to you about whatever you wanna talk to me about." And I went, WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S HIM, because his "about's" and some other words go up, vocally. They go higher. That makes me laugh my ass off. Twenty minutes later I made Dan listen to it. He's always on the phone during my freakouts, but this was a once-in-a-century moment. I never have freaked out before like I did last night. My fingers hurt. I'M GIVING HUGS TODAY, BUT AT MY DISCRETION. I really really really really really really really really wanted to tell Mr King all this but he wasn't in this morning, which SUCKED. But I was turning my candy money in, and Ms Wormsley said he'd be here around 11. Slacker. He's in trouble, but not too much because I'm still in an unbelievable mood. MISTER EFF CALLED ME BACK JAMIE!!!!
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