Ya know the drill.
Hi.=Caitlyn.
Hi.=Nate.
Hi.=Shane.
Hi.=Jason.
Hi.=Mitchie.
February 17th.
4:00 pm.
Hangover, ugh...
Dammit, Nate won't talk to me! What the hell's his problem?
Boys and their times of the months...
He'll get over whatever it is he's mad at about soon.
I think.
I pushed Shane in the lake. I laughed.
HARD. I mean, I was on the ground rolling. HAHA, Ya know? ROFL? I crack myself up. Lawlz.
I swear to god, whenever I ask about Nate everyone glares at me and turns away.
Not Jason. But he's so cool. I'll just hang out with Jason now. I don't need Nate.
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4:30 pm
Goddammit, I need Nate.
I'll gonna go solve this.
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7:30 pm
Apparently, this is all I can gather.
1.I drank Redbull.
2. I kissed Nate.
3. I made a dino impression of Shane.(HEHE!)
4.I poured syrup in Connie's hair.(Haha!)
Well...
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11:45 pm
Bored. Need. to. sleep.
I'm gonna go to bed.
Mysterious Person: Goodnight, my Cait.