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Boyfriends, cousins, and death. Today I met my Cousin's boyfriend. That was...interesting. That's a good word for it. We had just heard my Grandmother (the crazy, psycho, hates-me one) talking about how horrible he was, that he had knocked up his ex and it was horrible, and blah blah bliddy blah. Well, The Cuz decided to stop by randomly today, without calling or anything, and she caused kind of a panic when she did, but... I like her boyfriend. He was nice, he seemed, well, he wasn't dumb. He didn't cuss when he was with us, he was talkative and funny... and even though we ventured into dangerous areas of discussion (Read: Politics and Religion,) he was cool about it all. I liked him. I know he has issues, and he probably won't be healthy for The Cuz, but... he seemed like a good guy. So that was interesting. That's about all that was interesting today, actually. I'm so sore today. We did pushups and situps in P.E. yesterday, and we did a little running, but it's just my upper body that's sore. Even when we ran a mile (I say ran, I walked most of it, but I tried, really,) my legs haven't felt sore once. But, I'm sure when we do the weight room, my legs will feel pretty sore. Oh well. Being sore makes me feel good in a way. Lets me know that at least I'm doing something for myself. Okay... again, nothing to talk about. I have to write my own death for a History assignment, and that's kind of morbid, but it should be a bit of fun. Alrighty! Love you guys, talk to you later. <-Ghost-> |
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