Of course that also means that my Day of Doom is exactly a month away, and that's not so much a yay....But hey, who knows, maybe my "birthday" (as you humans call it) won't be so bad. Maybe someone will surprise me and.....do something nice for me? I'm not counting on it, though...

Speaking of Trevor.. I decided yesterday that I'm not going to his house anymore. Just his cell phone. I know it's retarded, but I feel like I've gotten on his family's nerves. Some background: I haven't called him since the last time I saw him (last Thursday, if any of you are keeping track), especially since I knew he was going out of town last weekend. Well, he called me the other day, and amidst our conversation, he asked if I got his message.
"Yes I did, and I thought it was very sweet and considerate of you."
"Yeah.... My mom was like 'Call Erin and tell her that you're leaving so she doesn't call here.'"
"Oh......I wasn't going to call anyway."
"Why?"
"To give you a few days to read the diary.....and for the reason you just said. I don't like feeling like I'm bugging your family."
So I decided yesterday to not call his house, but call his cell instead.Am I insane, or are my "not gonna call" feelings valid? I think a little of both. But I also feel like his parents don't like me very much....Maybe I'm just paranoid.

I miss my diary...

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