Ah,
October 16, 2000, the
blissful day of the
remembrance of my
birth of 17 years ago. It's just been one
hell of a day.
My girlfriend had me on hold last night with this guy I hate and he's trying to take her from me. (Ohhhh, fun stuff there.)
She lied about it and said that her mom got a call to, but I, on the other line, had no disconnections, or bleeps, or anything, so that told me it was one call the entire time.
I caught her in the lie.
She acted really apologetic and guilty afterwards.
She claims to have no feelings for him, so I told her to stop talking to him ASAP, but she's not that way, so she'll do it 'nicely'.
And now I'm depressed.
None of the people in anyone of my classes knows it's my birthday so that's depressing to.
One hell of a day.
I hope things get better today.
5 hrs. Later:
My girlfriend broke all ties with the guy I hate.
I'm going to go to Gameworks tonight.
I got a birthday cake at school.
One hell of a day, indeed.