January 10, 2008

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  First of all, the featured question is rather interesting: "What do you think of teenage pregnancies?" And it's rather fitting. *cough*JamieLynnSpears*cough*
  Anyway, last night, I did rather enjoy myself. It was pretty awesome sitting there at the little coffee shop, attempting to play cards, make a bracelet, and study for an AP Government mid-term at once, having awkward conversations about virginity, and listening to good music. And, of course, collecting money for the children in Uganda. It was an awesome idea and I wish it had been mine. We raised quite a bit of money, despite someone's pessimism, and it was a productive night, thanks to various others.
  But, I'm not sure why he showed up. It was kind of odd and random. And, of course, someone had to start the stalking conversation. Grrr.
  Eventually, though, that discussion ended and I enjoyed talking to him. But, that didn't surprise me. I like talking to him. More than I like talking to a lot of other people. Which is kind of...interesting.
  Somehow during our conversation, he told me that he really valued my friendship. It kind of took me off guard. What did he mean? Why does he really value my friendship? And the context of the question...blah.
  I hate complex statements. Although, I'm sure I make them more complicated then they're meant to be, with all of my overanalyzing. He could have just meant that I was a good friend. And nothing more. That's probably it. The end.
  But, HIHIWUHQUIHOIWUEOJIQKOPJWWUBGRRRRRRRR!
  And I wish he wouldn't start sentences or questions and then refuse to finish. He knows it annoys me. Idiot.

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