Tuesday, November 23, 2004
The same guy that messed with my hair yesterday poked me in the shoulder today. We were in the portable and he sits diagonally behind me in the back row. We were all waiting for the bell to ring and I feel this finger stab into my shoulder. Obviously it wasn't a light *tap* it was a *POKE*. When I turned to look behind me he was facing the wall. I know it wasn't the guy behind me because he's really nice and the only time we've really had contact was once when I was walking by him and he sort of patted my head, that's the best I can describe it.
I was walking home and this girl I knew last year came up and said hi. She asked me if I remembered her name and I was a bit embarrassed to confess that I didn't. It probably made me look like a real jerk in front of the girl's friend but whatever, I don't know the girl anymore so it doesn't really matter to me if I forgot her name. Though she did know my name which makes me feel a little guilty. I doubt I'll run into her again. I don't mind though. People I only kinda knew last year keep talking to me, I really wish they would stop.
-Later Days
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