Blackberries. When there ripe they're good to eat. They have an adaptation that allows them to inflict sevear pain on whoever trys to dare touch them. They grow like a rabid weed and are about as easy to get rid of as blood stains. They are now my job.
At my school, for five hours a day, two days a week, this is what I do: I dig out the root crowns of blackberries. Yey me. But I do get paid, so I guess it's kinda worth it. I was looking foreward to going over to kristy's house and meeting up with a lot of my friend at school but . . . no such luck. It turns out that in all the excitement that she forgot that this was her mom's weekend. I havn't writen in this journal for about 2 months. Right now I'm reading absoulute boyfriend and I'm planing on reading book 34 of Inu Yasha, not that I'm really that jazzed about it. I'm feeling slighty lonely right now, like I alway do when It's summer and I can't hang with my friends at school. Amy is a problem that nags at the back of my mind. Maybe It'll always be one of those things I'll be guilty about. Did I try hard enough. I just felt like I was the only one that was putting up any effort to, you know, stay friends. I can't help but think that if she wern't such a nice person, she might of just came out and told me to back off. But to me that would have been better. That way I would have no doubts. I would KNOW, for shure. I'd have a definate answer, instead of just kind of floating there, distended. But here I am now. I guess we'll alway be friendly to each other, we just won't be all that close. Which when you think about it isn't that bad. I think, perhaps, I should just leave that alone for now. I know time probably won't work it out, but it'll help, I think, in some way. I can kinda sense it. But that in it's self doesn't really make sence. The Eathan problem, (