Dear Carnation, Today was a good day.  It was also St. Patrick's day. I wore some groovy green corduroy pants that belong to my mom.

The worst part of today was computer class.  Me and Liz were supposed to put a Bible outline of Word Perfect. We ended up having to type it 3 times because we kept accidentally erasing it.

So far Liz and I have a file name snobby, pansy.RPT, Joke.Doc, Water.Doc, and Bible.TST.  That's the only cool part of our class -- having our own files.  We had to skip our lunch and our study hall to get Bible.TST typed up.  I was very mad.

The computers are all in the classroom where the 7th and 8th graders were having English. So we were in there during their incredibly boring class.  Tommorow we have to skip, most likely, lunch and study hall again to type up Water.Doc.  Just so happens, we erased that file too.

Today Curt wrote me a note. It went like this:  "Dear Mindi, How's life? Nice of you to join our class today. Are you going to the banquet? Well I should start doing my english.  See ya next year or so.  Love Curt."

Isn't that nice?  I wrote him back.  My letter was about 3 times bigger.  I guess he doesn't like to write forever like me.  I think that I'll save his letter forever.  This is the very 1st note that he's ever written me.  I've written him 4.  Tonight I just wrote another, but he hasn't gotten it yet.

I hope he does ask me to the banquet.  I like him alot!  I really do!  The problem I have is that I can't talk to anyone about it. Liz is sick of it and so is my sister.  I don't feel comfortable talking to anyone else and for some reason my mom hates him.  Every time I bring up his name, she changes the subject.  I don't know why.  And there is only so much I can discuss with Bill. I am the type of person who has to talk about my feelings or I else I end up having to write about it like I am now.  (No offense.)

Allison told me on that Sunday morning when we were both at Liz's that some other girl from their church thinks I'm a snob.  That's fine with me.  I think she's an airhead bitch, so I guess we're even.

I have a hole in the bottom of my foot.  I am dead serious! I've had it for about 6 months at least and I wish it would go away.

I have to go to bed, but first I gotta fill up this page.  I'll talk about my mom hating Curt.  I really don't know why she does. She is so weird.  She calls him "that little punk" and "that little twerp." Gotta go!