it was alright. my mom and sisters gave me some little chocolates. and i sent alethea some flowers.... but i didn't tell her they were from me. i think she liked them though, she looked really happy when she opened the door and saw them (i was in the neighbors' yard across the street).

she brought me some cookies too. <3 i ate a lot of them but i'm storing one in a bag with all the air vacuumed out, and keeping it in a drawer next to my bed. i keep things like that. i'm very nostalgic. but my mom eradicates it all from my room whenever she can.....

anyway, sorry i never update but i'm trying really hard to do it once a week now so please don't be mad at me.

jake was talking to me at school on friday and asked me to go play tennis with him.  he said, "since you're so close with alethea, i thought we could get to be pretty good friends." uh. does he seriously just not get it? i hate that kid! but he's always so cheerful and crap that he doesn't seem to understand.

....we're playing tennis this saturday. i'm bringing my mom's racket and a stress ball. wish me luck.

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i will admit it. the true reason for me not posting on here is that i'm just too lazy. i mean, i could always get on here instead of searching endlessly for that one rubber duck that i just have to have, or sweeping the kitchen floor, but i just lack the motivation to turn on the computer every day and write posts.

alethea is still going out with that jake bastard. and she still won't talk to me. i spent the last month or so painting a giant mural of her on my wall entirely out of my sisters' junior paint sets. when i'm done i think i'll rip the wall out of my room and give it to her for christmas. maybe she'll talk to me again... i can't stand having her not talk to me.

when i was a little kid, i used to stare at her from across the room. we were in the same kindergarten class. i was fascinated by her hair, coming down in corkscrews of red and brown and gold and black... she never had a hair color. i couldn't define it. there were just too many to place it in one category.

back then, she would always use a red crayon to write her name. alethea... the most beautiful name in the world, i thought. but no one could ever pronounce it right; i remember punching a kid on the playground once because he kept calling her "alicia." i had to sit in the corner for the rest of the day. but the kid had a black eye, and i was happy.

we became friends halfway through first grade, when she saw me drawing a cow on the blacktop with a stick of chalk. well, actually, that has almost nothing to do with it, but that's what i was doing at the time. some kid came up and started teasing me about it, saying i was just a stupid farm boy who couldn't draw worth anything (not true; i've never lived on a farm) and alethea got mad at him. probably only because i wasn't standing up for myself. i just kept on drawing. but then he said something else.... he called her a name, and i'd only ever heard it on tv before. i was furious; i couldn't even see straight. i hit him so hard that the chalk i was still holding in my fist split into pieces.

but it didn't end there. that kid was a lot bigger than me. and he hit back. so for the next minute or so we rolled around punching and kicking and biting and bleeding, until finally one of the teachers on playground duty pulled us apart and sent us to the office. or she would have.... if we hadn't thrown ourselves at each other the second she let go. so she had to hold us apart all the way to the office and sit with us while we talked to the principal.

after that, alethea actually was afraid of me for a little while... and then she started talking to me... and then, we were closer than twenty pickles in a fifteen pickle jar. i never wanted to let her go. but now she won't talk to me.

this is too painful. i have to go.