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Theresa Reeves. 17 year old junior at Westmoore High School. In the Marching Band. Made 5th place at OBA with Gazebo Dances, our Symphonic Band made SWEEPSTAKES. Loves music - emo, adult alternative, R&B and jazz. Percussionist in training.
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  • Starting to care less
    ...written on February 20, 2005, @ 19:59

    treat people the way you want to be treated

    It's sunday and it's 8PM right now and I just finished my homework. I'm so happy because I think I'll be able to watch Crossing Jordan tonight, I haven't watched that show in awhile.

    I didn't do anything friday, I started doing my anatomy, but then I realized that I messed up my color plates so bad. So tomorrow morning I'm going to go in before school starts and see if I can get another page and redo it. I hope I can...

    Saturday was boring. I knew I should've done my english, but I really wasn't in the mood for it. So I was on the computer. Erika was gone because she spent the night with some girl, I don't care to look at her little friends. So I'm online and I'm talking to Sally and she's telling me that this guy Noah is talking shit about her for no reason. Why do people do that? Do you really want to get your ass kicked, seriously? That's why there are so many fights at school because people just run their mouths. I starting talking to Maile and she got a new car - VW Beetle. I was so happy for her, but irritated the same. I don't even have a car!! As I was talking to them I clicked on Ricky's web cam, for some odd reason, then I just closed it. He IMed me from AIM and was like, "Give me your yahoo name because I deleted it when I got mad at you." That's so funny and makes him seem almost childish, sort of like when you and your boyfriend have a fight and you throw all this crap on the front lawn, or burn it. Hahaha, makes me laugh. So I give it to him and he's looking at my profile picture and is like, "Damn, you look older." That picture was like a year ago. During this whole time Isaac starts talking to me. I like talking to him, but then I hate it because he reminds me so much of Wes. Speaking of, I was looking at some band pictures on our web site and I saw some of Wes and I just started to cry, I cried harder when I saw a picture of all the seniors. I'm going to miss most of them!! So I'm talking to Ricky and he's all like, "You need a boyfriend." Why? I have enough to deal with. By this time I realized Maile called me so I called her back and I made plans to drive over there to see her car and go up to Braum's.

    Well I thought it would be nice of me to put gas in my dad's "beast" because it was half way between empty and a fourth of a tank. So I'm like, ok I'll do that before we go driving around. I get to her house and see the bug, it's yellow and it fits her personallity perfectly. It's a really roomy car, for the front passengers, but the back seats, not so much. The trunk is nice and spacious too. She would've drove only her blinkers aren't working, but she said she'd drive next time. So we go up to Braum's and no David. I get my usual, root beer float and large fries. Well my float decided to over flow and I was ok with it and the guy was like, "No we need to get you another one." I guess it's because we're (me and Maile) are always in there and he likes us, so he got me another so I had two root beer floats. So we went back to Maile's house and gave her mom the float. That's why I go to Braum's, although I was so craving Sonic. Still am.

    We went to target after that and I heard "Sunday Morning" by Maroon 5, that's so my song! Then Maile helped me pick out a birthday card for my sister, we were looking for a CD, but couldn't find it. So we go to check out and I see Tasha, I didn't know she worked there! It was funny. So on our way to 12th ST I get some gas, 35 stinking dollars. Getting gas in that "beast" always makes me feel poor. No one is at 12 ST so we go back to her house and talk. I called my dad 10 til 11PM and told him I'd be a little late getting home, well I kind of stayed there longer than I anticipated so I didn't get home until 5 til 12AM. Dad was like, "Well, we'll talk about this tomorrow." I dred it because I don't like having talks about stuff that I already know that I should've done.

    I woke up this morning and was watching My Big Fat Greek Wedding when my mom called. She asked about the car and of course I don't have one. She feels so bad for me, but it's cool it's not like I always have to go somewhere. Anyway she told me about how Gary wants her and Storm to go to Mass. with him because of Dee's sugery. Mom doesn't want to go because Dee's mom is a freaking crazy ass bitch. So I think she'll go and just keep busy with her "plans". I hope everything goes pretty smoothly.

    After I get out of the shower and TRY to get finished with my grammar packet dad comes in my room and is like, "Get dressed going to look at cars." Like an hour later we leave, just me, him and Jane. It was crappy because the cars they wanted for me looked like shit. Eh, I shouldn't be so picky, but jeeze I want a freaking four door. I got to sit in this nice Jeep, only it was a stick and dad said he does't want to teach me. No problem.

    We get home and I feel sick, like I'm about to puke. So I went to my room and just laid down. I felt better after awhile. Then after I got off the computer Erika's little ex-boyfriend was in the house and he's like "Hey" trying to be all buddy-buddy with me while I'm walking to my room. Talking about "that's cold, not going to talk to me." Well hell, why should I? I didn't go out with you. I'm home alone, I don't mind. I talk to my grandma and she tells me that she'll be here for my birthday and she'll walk me out on senior night. Personally I would rather have grandma do it becuase she supported me being in band, my dad didn't.

    Soon my parents get home, then later Erika. When we go out to eat Erika tried to make me feel bad because her dad called and I didn't pick up the phone. I was in the computer room when that happened. I ate in total silence then went to go finish my reading for english. Now I'm talking to Ricky and Misty. She's a little off, all she talks about are boys and Ricky is "multitasking" because he's watching is precious basketball.

    I called my mom about the ugly cars that dad picked out for me and she told me to write down on a list what I want because I know tomorrow they'll go look. I should because I don't want them to get me a car and I'll just be so upset that it's so crappy. It's just it's hard for me to talk to my parents. Oh yeah, as I was walking into here, dad was like, "Oh yeah we didn't even have that talk." I turn around so we can have the talk and get it over with, but he's like, "Naw, just go ahead, we'll do it tomorrow." Greeeeeeat.

    Talked to Christina a little bit today and she's a little upset about the fact that Maile got a new car because she's a little spoiled. Well that kind of happens when you're an only child. I am upset a little because I haven't gotten a car yet, but then again I'm cool with it because I know she needs the car because she has lessons and stuff.

    Tomorrow I have school and I HATE it. I don't like people telling me that I'm this and I'm that and I don't like the fact that people think they're better than me. I hate the fact that I have to sit there day in and day out and deal with the people who say every little thing that pops into their head. WHY?!

    I'm debating on if I should or shouldn't take down Wes's pictures. I mean I haven't talked to him in a long while and I'm starting to think that he won't call me again. Yeah I thought that in the beginning, but then he called me. Now he's got both my numbers and my e-mail address so I think he just doesn't want to talk to me. If I take down those pictures that mirror will by like my life, filled with a huge void where someone once was.

    Pictures, I was frustrated that I couldn't find any templates that I wanted so I'm very anxious to get into photograpy because once I'm in there I'll take photographs of things that convey my feelings and use them for my templates. I think that's a great idea because that would make my diary more personalized, eh?

    "What color is love?"
    -Gwen Steffani and Andre 3000

    Theresa

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