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I'm not getting sick, because I have to make JoJo pass. So, here I am, back at home. It feels good to be home, mostly because I feel like I'm getting sick, but I kind of am sad that it's over. Despite my not wanting to go, I am glad that I went over to JoJo's house again. He's one crazy little monkey, that boy. I love him to pieces, though. That makes two days this week, and he wants me to come over and cram for the final Thursday night, too. It sounds obsessive, but we have a good time while we're going over it, even if it does befuddle his poor mind. And the ride home is fun. Never before have I felt so comfortable just being around someone. It's like Blake, only... he treats me the same when I'm around his other friends. Or at least, I think he does. He probably doesn't. I don't care. I don't see him around his other friends, so it doesn't matter. He's a sweet guy, and plus? Anyone who encourages you to "sing from the heart!" when you're listening to the radio in his car is definitely a fun person for me. The hand on my knee was kind of awkward when he was encouraging me to sing, but... I mean, it's not like it's anything to read into. I just don't get touched all that often. He drives like a maniac, but it's a risk I'm okay taking. Mom got home with food! I'm gonna go eat, watch Angel, then do my review for Math. These past few days have been fantastic, laptop deaths notwithstanding. <-Ghost-> |
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