December 19th, 2015
2:21 p.m.
Dear Diary,
I'm so dumb.
I love David. (Yes, I do. I finally got over the denial. I love him.) And when Daniel asked me out, I said yes. Don't ask me why. It was reflexive. I didn't mean to... it's just that the poor guy needed help in his love life and so I helped him. But now I'm stuck as his girlfriend. I know the chances of me and David getting together are very slim, but I still... dating someone who isn't him feels wrong.
And as if I'm not dumb enough already, I told Daniel my name was Stacy. Stacy McIntyre. I just couldn't say Lizzie McGuire. I don't know why... but what do I do now? I'm dating a guy who thinks my name is Stacy when I really like someone else who just ironically has the same last name as him. Maybe they're related...? Daniel is really great and all, and if I wasn't head-over-heels for David, I would probably have feelings for him.
But there is a way to end this mess. Guess what I found out? His ex- girlfriend still has feelings for him! So all I need to do is some matchmaking, and It's all good! (A/N: you *do* realize what this means, right? Lizzie is going to try to get Gordo and Jessica back together!)
I'm cold. I am very, very cold. This storm is getting out of hand. I bet I'll still be here on Christmas and able to recite this month's issue of Reader's Digest. There is seven feet, FEET, of snow outside. There isn't a plane within a hundred miles of here. The lights went out, and the generator is kind of crappy so the lights keep flickering. My pocket PC is completely out of batteries. Thankfully I have my laptop... but it is starting to run out of battery and I can find an outlet to charge it in. Too bad this isn't the Amsterdam airport. They have massages, yoga, showers, and lots of things to keep you occupied. Here, well, here the main purpose of the airport isn't to give Wondermassages, it's to get people from one place to another. In the words of some dead guy, "Things could be worse."
David...I'm going to call him Gordo again. I miss that. I really do. I wish I could be whispering that in his ear, "Gordo, I love you..."
Holy cow.
I just realized what I wrote. I take it back... I'm going crazy... I've heard somewhere that freezing and boredness can cause possible insanity.
Yup, that's it.
2:21 p.m.
Dear Diary,
I'm so dumb.
I love David. (Yes, I do. I finally got over the denial. I love him.) And when Daniel asked me out, I said yes. Don't ask me why. It was reflexive. I didn't mean to... it's just that the poor guy needed help in his love life and so I helped him. But now I'm stuck as his girlfriend. I know the chances of me and David getting together are very slim, but I still... dating someone who isn't him feels wrong.
And as if I'm not dumb enough already, I told Daniel my name was Stacy. Stacy McIntyre. I just couldn't say Lizzie McGuire. I don't know why... but what do I do now? I'm dating a guy who thinks my name is Stacy when I really like someone else who just ironically has the same last name as him. Maybe they're related...? Daniel is really great and all, and if I wasn't head-over-heels for David, I would probably have feelings for him.
But there is a way to end this mess. Guess what I found out? His ex- girlfriend still has feelings for him! So all I need to do is some matchmaking, and It's all good! (A/N: you *do* realize what this means, right? Lizzie is going to try to get Gordo and Jessica back together!)
I'm cold. I am very, very cold. This storm is getting out of hand. I bet I'll still be here on Christmas and able to recite this month's issue of Reader's Digest. There is seven feet, FEET, of snow outside. There isn't a plane within a hundred miles of here. The lights went out, and the generator is kind of crappy so the lights keep flickering. My pocket PC is completely out of batteries. Thankfully I have my laptop... but it is starting to run out of battery and I can find an outlet to charge it in. Too bad this isn't the Amsterdam airport. They have massages, yoga, showers, and lots of things to keep you occupied. Here, well, here the main purpose of the airport isn't to give Wondermassages, it's to get people from one place to another. In the words of some dead guy, "Things could be worse."
David...I'm going to call him Gordo again. I miss that. I really do. I wish I could be whispering that in his ear, "Gordo, I love you..."
Holy cow.
I just realized what I wrote. I take it back... I'm going crazy... I've heard somewhere that freezing and boredness can cause possible insanity.
Yup, that's it.