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6.18.2009
My fudgesicle doesn't taste much different than than the seafood chowder I'm eating.
Walked home with Ben today. He was wandering aimlessly and fell in beside me.
Talked about moving, Nolan and blowdart guns. I enjoy talking with Ben. It's never just a one-liner or a sentance. We actually have wholesome, lengthy conversations.
He asked for his sweater back. So I gave it to him.
So much for never letting him have it again. ;3
I stood up Nolan last night. Felt like a dooshbag about it, too. I was supposed to meet him for a walk, and seeing as it was 1am I felt like I could manage it, as my parents were sounds asleep.
Yeah, right. My dad woke up just before I opened the door. I've never taken my shoes off that fast ever. Said I was thirsty (classic) and went to bed.
Nolan was dissapointed in me, until I explained what had happened. I was pretty dissapointed in myself.
I wonder if I'll ever have a chance to walk late with him again...