3:21 am - Sunday, Jun. 29, 2003
Marcus is making me so mad. I wish I was dating a drama major and not a commie
Marcus and I fought again. And it's because I called him because I wanted to have a really good conversation, and all he did was talk about his bloody business plans. AGAIN. About how Walmart is used as an indicator of the economy. About the logistical value of a dollar versus the practical exchange rate. About trading on the stock market by borrowing from the bank when stocks are inflated, and then making money off of the deflated difference. I try so hard to pay attention, and it's interesting... well, some of it is. But I wanted to TALK, I wanted to see how his day was, and him to ask me about mine. And as soon as he was done talking about business (an hour and a half later), he said he was falling asleep and had to go to bed. Fine. Bye. "oh Bri, You're so emotional. Sometimes I think you call me just to pick a fight". Fine goodnight. So I played some games on MSN to try and shake being angry. It's not a big deal, it just put a damper on my night.
And my night was pretty good. I worked hard on my quilt - finished cutting squares and I've started to sew the first row. I also finished Harry Potter 5.... and it was just fantastic. I want to be Hermione! Just cause she's so smart, and one day she's going to run the world. And other than that, I pretty much had the castle to myself for the evening, so I hung out and enjoyed everything being really quiet. I guess it's time to get to bed... I never intended on staying up this late, so I'll cut it all short. More later.
