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Ok, I'm feeling pretty bad right now. See, I was very selfish last night. Ya know how after the movie, C was going to come over and we were going to watch Veggie Tales? Well, maybe you don't but last night P met me at my house. We hung out there, watched Follow That Bird and left for the movie around 7. Got gasoline, ran into a bunch of people that we knew and hadn't seen in a long time... finally left and got to the movie. It was pretty good. Sweet Home Alabama. I thought it was really sweet. But got home after the movie. Hung out waited for C to get off work and show up. She got there at a quarter after 10 and by then P and I had pretty much decided that we wanted to go to Kitchen. We told C and she didn't seem to excited about it. But was all game, she drove (which I really should have but...I'm selfish) and we got there around 11. Hung out inside for 15 mins or so before going outside to play hack. I had to go back in to drag C out but she came out eventually and had fun too. Went back in around midnight. We wanted to leave at 12:30. We didn't walk out to the car until a quarter to, then J and I had to say good bye and make plans and I guess that took a little while. Cause by the time I got into the car it was 10 to 1. C has a 1:oo curfew. And it takes a bit of a drive to get from Kitchen-town A to home town B. She didn't say anything the whole time really. Just turned the music up and drove. She didn't even sing, that's how I knew she was mad. She always sings. Wait, when she hit a skunk, she said something, but that was it. So close to my house, I asked if she hated me and she said no. So I told her to blame it all on me (cause it was my fault anyway) and that her mom could call me if she wanted to. I feel soo bad. And now when I emailed her a song we like, nothing back. I emailed a question about tonight, I got two sentences. So I asked another question about tonight and if she was mad, nothing back. And I know she's at a computer cause she's in Prof. God's class right now. So....I'm gettting ignored right now. And I don't blame her, in fact, I blame me. If I hadn't been all involved in J and making plans and all this, she might have been home on time. At least more so than she was. I don't know what time she got home but I walked in the door at a quarter after and she dropped me off.

WAIT _- I JUST GOT SOMETHING FROM HER....she says she's not mad, just sad and feeling screwed up. And she's says it's not my fault. But she doesn't know how we are right now. Scary. And she needs to bathe her car in tomato juice. Yucky, I'd rather smell the skunk.

I think it might be ok... Papa Smurf likes to Party!