5.5.2002
 
Um... I'm not too keen on singing at church today. Or leaving the house for that matter. But, I have to sing because I need to meet this boy who has stolen Sarah's heart and I would be letting Patty down since I'm more or less the only teen tenor in the group.

I have to go to Buca Di Beppo tonight because dad's treating two branches of the family to dinner in the Pope Room. Don't feel like food at the moment, and that place makes enough to feed Ethiopia thrice.

At least the paper is finished.

It is still ceaselessly amazing how these days I can't imagine myself with anyone. I've been focused in the actual feel and experiences that I can't keep one boy in my mind for more than thirty seconds. An actual person isn't necessary.

Still thinking back on friday night. Recently remembered that, on tuesday or some other time during the week, Matt had pointed out that I (and Karen) don't like to talk to people whom I think I won't like to keep company with. When I asked him why he brought it up (it was a bit sudden) he just said "I dunno, I'm speaking idiot again."

Afraid that I won't approve of his friends? Probably.

I got along fine with Scott though. And Franny's as great as usual.

Need to talk to the boy, but I won't press him to do anything.

I hate being a pacifist/reactionary friend.

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