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September 9, 2005 Uncategorized

So yesterday was a flop.  What a horrible day.  I mean it wasn’t really that bad I guess.  You be the judge.


I got home from orientation and then Adam calls me.  He wants me to meet him on Alpine to get some stuff and go out to eat.  I had to pick up my dress anyway so I agreed to.  We met at Debs and picked up my dress.  He really hurt my feelings when he commented on my skirt (the green one that I love).  After that we went to Home Depot.  He got some tools and we left again.  He made another comment that made me feel like shit.  The whole while I just had a weird feeling.  It probably had something to do with him talking about this girl that he’s sort of seeing now.  I don’t want him to think that he can’t talk to me about stuff so I just try and give him the best advice to get the girl, even though it pretty much breaks my heart.  I’m not in love with him, I just am upset that it had to end when things were going so well.  So anyway, I apologized for being so serious about his comments and told him that I just felt like there was something weird in my stomach…probably my nerves I said.  He asked me if I wanted to go home and I said yes.  He sped off.  I didn’t want things to end on a bad note so I called and apologized.  I just need some time away from him and stuff, and I’m getting it so I’ll be fine in a while. 


In the meantime…I stop by Nicks…and then I go home.  Just when I walk in the door my phone rings and it’s my sister: ” Jen, Candy…” and my phone cut out.  So I call her back and she told me that Candy (my dog) died.  She passes my hysterical mom the phone and I thought that she was going to tell me that she ran out into the road or something but instead I heard: “Jenny, you know how Candy gets excited and runs out into the garage…” and I hung up the phone.  Wrong thing to do yes, but I was just so upset at that point that I didn’t know what to do.  My mom ran the dog over.  My mom ran the dog over.  I know it was an accident, but even in an accident someone’s always at fault.  Like when I got in that car “accident” I was at fault.  There is no denying that.  I know my mom feels horrible and I feel sorry for her but it happened.  I guess it just teaches people to pay more attention when driving.  It could have been anything, it could have been Teddy, or Lala, or Lili or Bruster.  I miss Candy.  This is how I truely feel, and no one can tell me different.  I know it was an “accident” and I know people are sorry but once again it happened and it shouldn’t have.


Other than that I made a T-shirt tonight.  I don’t know what I’m going to do now.  I guess I’ll probably try my dress on a few more times and then go to sleep.

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