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"You can't stand under my Umbrella-ella-ella-a-a-a. . ."

I should be working on my English project.

WORK, Alexa, WORK!

Carlos was supposed to come over today. He called me at 11:12 AM--when I was still sleeping. He was like, "Well, what are we gonna do?"

Me [Half Asleep]: I don't know. I don't think you can come over today. I didn't work on that project yesterday [really, I didn't] and now I have to do the whole thing today, and my mom wants me to go shopping with my little sister [complete lie]. So we can't do it today.

Carlos: Oh. Okay. [Obviously disappointed]

Me: Hey, don't be like that. Look, I'm sorry. But just not today.

Carlos: No, I'm fine. [Growling quietly into phone. . .jk]

Me: Yeah right, you sound like someone just killed your dog.

Carlos: Nope. Look, I'll see ya later.

[Click]

I hate this relationship thing. I liked being single better.

EDIT- He spent the day with his best friend. When I called him, he seemed reasonably happy--then proceeded to interrogate me about how late I stayed up late night, and apologized for waking me up this morning. (All of this is making my head go: "!@#$%^&???")

Comments

alexgirl said…
why do boys have to be so frustrating? Carlos sounds kinda needy! but cute, right?
May 30, 2007 at 10:15:00 AM EDT
Emma said…
As the proverbial Singleton, I must say...the grass is always greener. But oy, boy drama can be so tense-making, right? Don't stress it too much, just eat a lot of chocolatey things and listen to loud music. That might not be very sound advice but it's my preferred method of dealing with romantic crises.
May 30, 2007 at 10:36:00 PM EDT
Alex said…
bleh. boys. bleh bleh bleh.
May 30, 2007 at 11:45:00 PM EDT
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