July 14th 2001

It is okay that I lost most of the money I brought with my to gamble, because I am learning how to gamble, and I am gaining experience, so that one day I will be the Queen of Blackjack and I'll win all my money back.

Besides, it was Friday the 13th.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

In other news: I got back, and I go to my dad's house, and find that my 2 year old puppy has been totally shaved and now looks like an alien mutant. But he is my baby and I love him nonetheless. (I'm sorry, grammar bitches, was that right?)

So Louisiana was kinda cool. The weather felt like ass, as usual. There was some good nooky. No major car accidents or anything.

We did get in the same fight we've been having for almost all 4 years of our relationship. We have the same responses and the same ways of making each other feel bad, and I always end up to be the selfish one who only cares about my feelings.

Which, to be honest, is true. But he lost the right to accuse me of being selfish after he almost dumped me for Ms. Wonderful and Perfect. I wonder what would have happened if he did dump me. What I would have done this summer. If I would have been so successful in school. If I would have worked harder to lose weight and find a job and make friends. Or if I just felt so sorry for mself that I couldn't do anything.

I don't think about it much, because he didn't dump me. So Buh on him.

I am watching Working Girl. For some reason, it's one of my favorite movies. Melanie Griffith with horrificly large hair = good times!

I am about to go to Borders because I haven't been there in what? 4 days? That's too long, my friend.

And I'm not sure how this guestbook Dave Matthews Band controversy started, but let me clarify: I didn't like them even before I got in my crash. The crash just made my hate even stronger. I am a better person because I don't listen to them, okay?! Not really.

This is all I would like to say for now. By the way, if you'd like to contact me for some wierd reason, you may do so at MyMichele79 on Yahoo IM. Thank you.

July 14th 2001

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I break your concentration?!"

I seem to write here a lot. Did anyone else notice this? Is that annoying or what? Oh well. I didn't get to write yesterday, so I'm just making up for that.

I am spending the night at my dad's house cuz we're going to the Horse Races tommorrow and it just makes sense for me to stay here. Is he home? No, he is not. Where is he, you ask? Well, he is on a date. With a playboy bunny. Who is 38. He is 57. This is useful information, I know.

I am currently watching Pulp Fiction. It cracks my shit up, let me tell you. I can't believe this movie came out almost 7 fucking years ago. What I was I doing 7 fucking years ago? I had friends. I was bitter that when I introduced my friends that didn't know each other, they became friends and left me out of things. That used to drive me nuts. It probably would still piss me off if I had friends that did that, but all my friends pretty much know each other already.

"The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any of the slopes were gonna get their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright. So he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you."

I didn't have a boyfriend, but I had a crush on my ex boyfriend, who dropped out of school in 9th grade, and his best friend, who also dropped out in 9th grade. I was dating the best friend, (it was okay because I dated the other guy two years before that and such.) and he dumped me for a guy, and then had sex and lost his virginity to a preganant chick a month later.

Yes, such drama went on in my life when I was 14.

"You called the Wolf?! Well that's all you had to say, mother fucker!"

I am playing Scrabble. What's new, right? But I am winning, because I'm good.

I went to Borders tonight and spent way too much. Why did I spend $30? Because they are currently having a special. Buy two books, get 1 free. SO I bought 3 different books I wouldn't normally buy. That is so clever of that silly Borders.

"Yolanda, I thought you were gonna be cool. When you yell at me, it makes me nervous. When I get nervous, I get scared. And when motherfuckers get scared, that's when motherfuckers get accidentally shot."

I also had some peanut butter chocolate ice cream from Baskin Robbins? Is there anything better than that, I ask you? The answer to that is no, there's not.

"Zed: Bring out the Gimp.

Maynard: But the Gimp's sleeping.

Zed: Well, I guess you better go and wake him up then."

Currently, I am happy. Because I am watching Pulp Fiction with my puppy dog asleep next to me.

Have a good night, diarylanders.

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Jules: We're all gonna be three little Fonzies - and what was Fonzie?!

Yolanda: Cool?

Jules: Correct-a-mundo!