2001-12-19 - 4:15 a.m.

Dearest Beloved Diary,

This week I've seen Efren, Darvin, and Freddy. I finally spoke to Efren since high school. He says he's not mad at me. I don't know if he just forgot or if he really isn't mad at me. He was really mad back in high school when Irma and Karla told everyone that I had a dream bout him. It was just a kiss. Can't a person have a dream about an innocent kiss without having the whole school talking about you? Oh yeah, and there was that part when I had gone to his work place and asked if he was working and he got in trouble. How sucky. That I am sorry about.

Darvin was as always..himself. What can I really said about the guy? I don't know him that well anyway. He's nice and somewhat handsome, but not really. He's hard to describe.

Freddy is that guy that I used to adore. Well, one of the guys that I used to study/worship. There was always someone in school that I admire, someone who I wanted to become or be with or be friends with. Think psychotic. It sounds psychotic to me too. Anyway, I used to call his house and write letters and I even gave him a birthday card. I put it into his locker. He looks good now, especially that piercing he has. Too bad he still lives at home. It's funny because I recognized him and remembered his name but my brain got confuzed because he doesn't look the same as he did in high school. My brain lost his name, but alas, when he returned the x-mas wreaths, he had to leave his name, address, and phone number on the refund voucher. Yay. Then I remembered once more and was so happy. I don't why. He never knew me. He only saw around school and probably suspected that I looked at him in that certain way. I think I might had had him in one of my classes, but I am not sure. Well, at least he didn't recognize. I was only a little nervous, but I was able to hide it. I kept putting pressure on my right foot to hide my nervousness.

I got to sleep now for at least two hours.

bye.

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