Feb 16 3:45

Just out of school. Hawkeye had a bloody fit because she walked in while I was applying eyeliner during
R.E. Well, what was I supposed to do? Pay attention? She held me back to yell at me. She called me "a
stupid, irresponsible, self-centered little girl" or something.

Anyway, I came hom and playing the answering machine. Robbie again! YAY! I did the "Let's go down to
the Disco!" dance and went jelliod all at once. Talk about multi-tasking. He told me to go to the phone box.
YES! Private Robbie time. I have to be there by four. Au revior! I'm off to speak with mon amour! Tres bien!

3:58
The stupid prat in the phone box best get out soon. He's been there for 8 MINUTES already! Selfish prat.

4:00
OUT PRAT, OUT! MY SEX GOD IS CALLING!

4:05
IDIOT is still there! Come on, NOW! Robbie is calling. I am feeling a feeling of impatientosity. He has
FIVE minutes to get out.

4:06
FOUR minutes.

4:07
THREE minutes.

4:08
TWO MINUTES.

4:09
FIFTY-FIVE SECONDS!

4:10
HE'S OUT....NOW! Erlack, he's still in there. Best tap on the glass and press my nose against it to scare
him away. Tee hee.

6:50
OH GODDY GOD! IT WAS ROBBIE! THE SEX GOD WAS IN THE BOX! I TALKED TO HIM AND
SNOGGED HIM! He's on "vacation" for a month. That was the big surprise. I'll go into more detail later,
now I'm having a nervy b and a spazoid attack.

6:52
I made a piggy face. And forgot to suck my nose in. MERDE!