November 23, 1997
I'm so annoyed. I've been on the computer for 45 minutes waiting on Jarrod to get on so we can talk, and he's still not on. I'm gonna kill him. He'd better have a good reason for not meeting me. We talked about it last night that we would meet at nine o'clock sharp. Is he here? Nooooooooo. Is it 9:45? Yessirree, it most certainly is. I'm going to hurt him. I'm serious. Maybe he's asleep. Hehe. That's a possibility, considering how late we talked last night. Oh, well. I *guess* I'll forgive him. I'm not very good at staying mad at people. It's alot easier to get over it than to stay mad.

I'm tired, too. I still haven't done my paper for interpreting film. It's due in less than 24 hours, and I'm no where near to being finished. Ha, I haven't even started. I'm gonna freak out. I'm sure I'll do it tomorrow afternoon, but I ought to be working on it right now. Oh, well. I'm too irritated to work on it now.

We're putting up our Christmas stuff tonight. Cool, huh? We usually wait until after Thanksgiving, but Mom wanted it up since we were having everyone over to our house again this year. So we've been working on it all weekend. We're still not done, but I guess we'll finish it next week.

I have lots more I could say, but I'm not gonna. I'm tired of typing. Goodnight, everybody. :)
Love,

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