guilt attacks

I ate a string cheese yesterday, and thought of Nathan...

And I snuck into Parsons' mobile and was poking around (I was bored, ok?), and I saw a yellow legal pad with his handwriting. So I picked it up and started reading. I wasn't really thinking about it, until a page fell out and what I was doing hit me. I felt really terrible. I mean, he's shown me some of his stuff before, and he had given it to Parsons, but it's still private, and he didn't know I was looking at it, and he didn't let me. As soon as I realized what I was doing, I stopped reading, but that doesn't really help. So I felt really bad, and I feel bad, and I don't know what to do about it.

If I had seen him, I would have given him a string cheese for his birthday.

Friday is going to be so awesome. I was worried we'd never get to play, but apparently the nerds are interested after all. Hooray! And there certainly are a lot of them.

I'm glad to report that Taifur knows my first name. Sometimes I worry that they think of me as "that weird girl who sits at our lunch table but never says anything." I suppose they could still think that, but just know my name in addition... Oh, well, never mind.

Everybody's been sick lately. I considered bringing a box of kleenex to school, Eric's been stealing Shivani's pocket kleenex because there's no kleenex boxes in the math classroom. The flu's been going around, Dad's getting sick, and Nikki's recovering from her near-fatal sinus infection and asthma attacks. Yeesh.