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I got this note in my locker today:

Jill,

Ill give u $5 if u let me no wen ur next performince is. Ill even cum on stage wit u if u want.
Jack (Lockr 214)


It’s Clint again. What a creep! Deni says he just wants my attention, which he’s not gonna get. I don’t even want to know what he’s rambling about. He’s grosser than gross.
Mom and Aunt T@mmi3 were arguing tonight. I’d never heard Aunt T@mmi3 raise her voice before. They were in my rents’ room and I couldn’t make out much, but Aunt T@mmi3 said something like “We’re always on new ground! I’m sorry that I’m not perfect!”
Mom ended up apologizing and I could hear her crying. I think she misses Dad. He’s been working a lot (some kind of flood upriver, or something), and it seems like his days off always match up with Mom’s out of town trips. She always acts different with him around. Way more mellow, unless she’s lost a client. Sometimes I hear her on the phone with him really late at night. Each time I hear her she says “I hate being apart from you. It’s like I’m missing part of myself, and nothing I can do can fill that void in my heart.”
I wonder if I’ll get all melodramatic when I get married. Assuming I ever find a man. I hope I don’t get all co-dependent. But if I did, I guess that would mean I really loved somebody. Would that really be so bad?
Tomorrow is Friday, hurrah. My last three weekends have all sucked, so it doesn’t mean much to me anymore.

DanneR

Song Stuck In My Head: “Fade Into You”, by Mazzy Star