entry on LJ so that Brian will see it.
10:20 pm - waiting for the boy
Okay, Brian. I'll just wait for you to call me back. I told your mother the third time I called today that she should just tell you I called, since nobody seemed to know when you would be back or anything. I might try you back again tomorrow, I might not. Odds are I won't be able to reach you, so why don't you just drop me a line when you're available or whatever.
If you can't tell, I'm not in the best of moods anyway. At least I'm blogging again, which is good, but for the moment, today is Tuesday, and when Wednesday comes, there will be four more days in which I will not see you. This is some comfort to me, I assure you. I have my classes scheduled, and I got into the ones I wanted. This also is some comfort to me. By all rights, I have had a pretty damn good day. For now, for a little while, I can let go of the stress that has become a part of my life.
That does not however, mean that I have high hopes for tomorrow, or the day after. It will probably consist of my parents' condescending jokes about my inability to reach you. So. I don't want you to huddle over the phone all day waiting for me to call, but every once in a while today it's bothered me that not only have you not been home (which is cool), but nobody knows when you will be (slightly less cool for a seasoned stalker like myself), so I have no way of contacting you.
I'm just bitching. If I had anything else to do, I probably wouldn't write any of this because it will just make you feel bad and that's not what I want. I just want to be able to talk to you at least as much as I talk to your family trying to reach you.

I posted this and emailed you because I didn't know which one you checked.

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