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� i have sinned, again. apr 06 2003 - 4.24 pmi'm at the library. the big school library. i am supposed to be researching. instead i wrote two emails confessing my Prof. Hottie situation. one was to an old teacher of mine, the other to a student in the class, a new friend. a friend i didn't NOT make by constantly staring at Prof. Hottie. that was a conscious effort by me. "sorethroat, if you don't stop staring Prof. Hottie and actually walk out with other people from the class after the class, instead of waiting to walk out with him, you will NEVER MAKE FRIENDS." so i did. and i did. and now i confessed. i can't believe it. this is no load off my shoulders, that's for sure. ugggggggggggggggggggggggggggggh. i was stoned last night and i kept hoping he'd be at the bar, for some odd odd reason. i don't know why. because i was stoned. because my stomach was still in the knot that it has been in for two weeks. i've been imagining things again. when i'm not stoned. that's just scary. last time***next time |