Because writing on a white piece of paper just is NOT the same.
Well, today was my last real day of break, I guess, since tomorrow I'll probably stay home and watch football or something. I really should visit Josh, if only to get my DBZ cds from him, so maybe I'll try calling him tomorrow.
I had fun today. I always have a good time with Eric and Matty, because they are very down to Earth and we can all just chill. Steve tells me Amy#2 wants to call me and misses me and says "hi", but I can never take what he says at face value anymore. He lies about everything in his life, so I'm just going to play it as if he hadn't said anything. Eric is really a great friend, though. I can talk to him about pretty much everything in my life, and he's cool about it.
Melody tried calling me while I was out, then emailed me not once, but twice. Hmm.. Well, if she doesn't call tomorrow, maybe I'll call her. I never did get around to calling Ronnie. It's just that I guess I really don't have a real reason to call her other than to just talk with her, so I haven't really got the balls.
I hate writing on this paper. It's like each entry is an autonomous unit, and it's not a progression from all my past entries. When I would have a book, it was like with each entry would come experience and I could look back on those entries and learn from them, so as I got closer to the end of the book, I had grown that much more and could use past experience to explain current experience. It's just not the same just writing on [loose] paper. It's like TV shows that don't go anywhere and have a solid beginning, middle, and ending, and that's it. With my book, it was more like TV shows that continue from the last episode and we watch the characters grow, physically and mentally. Even as I approach the end of this page, I don't want to turn it over and start on the back of the blank page because I feel like I should be writing something important. Well, I'm stopping now so I don't have to.
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