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I thought that today was greta. I had studied for my piano test in between blowing Catlins nose and omforting her back to sleep a lot, since I babysat her last night and I wanted to take that test and get it over with. I did, it was pretty easy, she only had me play the first page and then covered my hands up and made me play it that way. I did it,though and all was well, or so I thought, but before leaving the class, she said, mary, who's your counselor? I was ready to be a smart aleck and say which one? Since I have about 4 different kinds, but didn't since I'm not like that and knew that she menat my guidance counselor. So instead, I answered and questioned her. Why? Oh, blah blah blah. Yeah. Just wondering. I'm the one that's wondering, what is up her sleeve? I mean, come on, give that guidance counselor a break! I already have seen her once this week, not that that teacher will know.
I talked to RJ, he accidently wrote a wrong number on it, and so other then the last number it was right, and he has tried three times at least to get ahold of me this weekend. We finally talked. He's kind of going out with an internet friend, but he's going to decide what he wants to do. as for me, I have to decide what I'll do, let him take control and be like my ex I slept with for the first time (Not technically losing the visa card, or virginity, but fooling around and losing the purity and innocence, Starr, the one who raped me, he took the virginity.) Or it could turn out to be a different kind of relationship, we're on the phone now so I brb i'll update soon