Today was cool, Jordan came over and cut my hair (just the back, it was overgrown), and then we voyaged into town and I worked on the newspaper with everybody for about four hours. We were supposed to go over to Heather’s afterwards, but I didn’t want to, so we didn’t go. We went over to Ben’s instead and hung out with him for a bit. He’s really cool. Um, we went to my house afterwards and fooled around for a while, he gave me a massage, it felt really good. I’ve never had a massage I didn’t like. Kind of like I never met a cookie I didn’t like. Or a cake, to the best of my memory. Hm. Let’s see–Jordan left a few hours ago, I proofread my mom’s paper, ate some food. Jordan is trying to pawn off his gunea pig, he tried to give it to his sister, but she didn’t want it. Oh, the girl that he got it from stole his scissors and gave him back these shitty ones and said they were his. Oh, I had e-mails from Molly and Kelly, I was all “yay.” Kelly said hi on IM but had to go to sleep. That’s what I should be doing, but I think I’m going to go watch TV.

Oh, Molly replied to the e-mail I sent her after the Dan.ielle’s parents incident and it was so great. Her situation and mine are so similar. She asked me if I’d read Dan.ielle’s blog to see what she thought of the situation, and I explained that it would probably piss me off no matter what she said, so I’m just not going to. I just have to say for the record that I think that Dan.ielle is to blame as much as I am in all this. She was the one that made her parents read my journal entries, she was the one that failed to communicate to me in her e-mails anything remotely close to what her parents told me in their tirade. The closest I ever got to what her parents really wanted to say to me was that they were “fucken pissed.” What does “fucken pissed” tell me? My god. True, I was judgemental. But still–her parents are technologically inept and therefore were never even considered as an audience. Their technological ineptitude was another factor in why they were so mad at me. They don’t get that it is IMPOSSIBLE to find my blog on ANY search engine unless you know the exact URL–which would be impossible to just pull out of one’s head. To my knowledge, I never said anything that “threatened [their] family.” I should probably just let this lie, they did threaten to put a hit out on me, or whatever. I need to rant–so don’t read it if you don’t want to see yourselves portrayed in an unflattering light. This is the one phrase that I somehow can’t drill into people’s heads. IF IT PISSES YOU OFF, DON’T READ IT. I’m going to delete every entry that contain both the words “Danielle” and “family.” At least I never have to talk to them again. I was thinking afterwards, “Gosh, Dan.ielle and I had such great times together.” I guess people just grow apart. Our lifestyles weren’t in sync. As one of my friends put it, “[T]hese [accusations] are smokescreens–distractions and redirection away from [...] real problems. Rest assured that in just a few months from now, you and I will be creatively engaged with interesting people and fun things to do, and those others will still be sunk in a negative funk focusing on terrible us and our horrible crimes [...]” She’s probably right. I’m almost sure of it. The one person I’m really worried about is Chri.stine. I talked to a bunch of people at the concert Friday and many of them asked me if I’d talked to Chri.stine and that they can’t get in touch with her. Something is going on–even if it’s as benign as the monopolization of her life by Dan.ielle. From what I’ve heard of Chri.stine’s parents, that’s a good thing. She still has my SLC Punk DVD–I wonder if it would be petty asking her for it back. Fuck, it’s mine. I don’t think she’ll really care. I wonder if she bashes me. It would be the most amusing thing in the world to sit there while they talk about how much of a horrible person I am. How Crescent City. I want to e-mail Christine. Perhaps I’ll wait until the bike incident dies down. I wonder what they want. I would prepare a statement, but it would piss them off more than they’ve ever been pissed off before. It’s horrible to have to grapple with the possibility that one is a bad person, even if it isn’t true. I don’t think her parents are bad people–everybody is misguided. There’s a quote somewhere–let me find it. Hm, can’t find it. It’s something to the effect of people will never do evil so cheerfully than when they think it is in the service of good. Hm. That was completely irrelevant. Hm. Well, I’m going to post this in a week and past-date it to this date (Sunday, Feb 29, 2004 @10:13 PM) in a futile attempt to stop Dan.ielle from reading it. I think I’m going to put periods in her name so it’s not searchable.

Saturday was kind of lame, I drove into town and got my bike back but had to undergo a fifteen-minute diatribe about how I’m the worst person in the world from Danielle’s parents. Hm. I’ll elaborate on my feelings about it later. Um…I think I drove to Wing Wah’s and had lunch, then got groceries and went home. I like driving my car, it’s just become second nature to me. I thought it was going to be hard. Oh yeah, Jordan came over and we went down to Pacific Shores to this one place where I saw this abandoned bucket seat on top of a hill–I had Jordan sit in it and I took pictures. It was in the middle of the night, it should look really cool–but it was ISO 100 so perhaps not a single picture will come out. I’ll take some later during the daytime with some 400 and it’ll come out looking good. After that we came back and watched Y Tu Mama Tambien. Jordan looked lost, so I asked him if he was getting it, and he told me that because of his eye condition he can’t like–focus quickly enough on subtitles before they’re gone, so I narrated the subtitles. I think he liked it–why didn’t he just tell me that he couldn’t see in the beginning? Like I care–I just wanted him to understand the movie. Well, it got over at like one, but due to our collective laziness I don’t think he left until two.