Thursday, January 20

I'm still tired. I slept 6 hours last night, and 3-4 hours just now. I skipped two spinning classes already, because I feel so weak in my body.

Anyways, as I wrote last night, I got a great suspicion that Martinez is actually jealous. Just like he was when Hulya said I had a boyfriend. He spoke to me on MSN all day yesterday, teasing me about Pommer. By the way, the rumours are true, I was with him at the party. Moving on. He kept writing me, and you know what? He also turned serious. He thought David was my ex-boyfriend, he mentioned an earlier joke we'd made, I mean, he even said goodbye when he left. At school today, he didn't tease me. He's still gorgeous. But I do think I moved on a tiny bit. He bores me.

My mum said to me today, "Why are you going to spend your life saving people?"

She was reffering to James Davolt II, whom I told her a bit about. He shares the birthday of Brian McFadden, April 12th, he's 23 years old and he's on death row in Florence, USA. I accidentially fell over a write-a-prisoner-website, and trembled upon his profile. I don't know why, but I did feel an urge to write him. I just want him to be entertained. I feel so sorry for him. Should I write him an encouraging letter?

Tomorrow I'm going to the movies with my dad to see "Ladder 49" with the almighty John Travolta. Afterwards I'm visiting Ida* and then we're going to Piccadilly, I think. I have nothing to wear.

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