blondie073's Journal

Emma. Was at my bus stop. Which is a ten minute drive from her house. My sister said: "wouldn't it be funny if we get there and Emma's sitting there?" Oh, the irony.

Emma. Smiled at me from the bus window. I scowled and looked away.

Emma. Ignored me. "Excuse me Iris, excuse me Maria. I love you Iris, I love you Maria." I'm standing right next to them.

Emma. Waved at me. She smiled at me and waved, though her smile was a bit forced. I turned my head and walked past.

I don't know why, but my days go by just like this. I don't like it. I don't want Emma in my life. No, I don't want to be where we are now. One foot in the door, one foot out. Make up your mind, Emma.

I found a cute girl. She twitches. She's nice. And short. And stutters. It's adorable. I want to be her friend. Or to be her girlfriend... :P I'd like to be her friend, though. She's a nice person. A good person.

I want... brownies. My family has made a batch of brownies every night for the past week. But we're out of brownie mix.

What bothers me is: when children's movies make sad endings, where the characters are all crying because something has to happen, because it's 'best' for the characters. AKA Aquamarine. Hmph.

I want to go find food. Maybe some more Mac and Cheese. If there is any left.

I WISH MY FAMILY HAD MONEY! FUCK.