Dear Die-ary...

^I got attacked by one of these today. Her name was Clarissa.

I only did a simple thing. I knew it was a mistake to do it at that time. I just had some feeling that it was a bad time to do it... OK. Let's set the story. My Dad told me of a job at a shop near where I live. It's quite an amazing job - paper round on Sunday, 7am, get £7 per round. Easy moneys! So, I was sent 'round there with my mother to check the job out, and hopefully get one. But when I walked in...

NO!

Not her!!

Anything but HER!!

There was my nightmare. A girl named Clarissa. OK, so she's not exactly a nightmare, but... She was born about 5 or 6 months early, so she acts weird. Then, I am bossed around by her, and because I'm a feeble person at heart (I don't like hurting people's feelings by saying I dislike them, unless if the feeling's mutual! I don't know why), I always do what she demands. I was once requested (actually, demanded) that I go 'round her house one day. So I did. What we did was I watched her bounce on her trampoline, then danced with her. I almost died that day. And the worst thing is... She likes hugging everyone who knows her name. So when I walked into this shop, she flew at me, and hugged me. I was trapped. My Mom could not understand the look of distress on my face. She just said 'Aaw,' and assumed I was a plastic. The very thought!!

I had MUCH FUN with 'Rissa. She started asking weird questions, repeating them over and over again. I'm so glad, however, that she did not ask the 'usual question'. This is, "Have you got a boyfriend?" She used to ask me that every week (I used to go to some religious club with her). Of course, every week the answer'd be "NO". And so, she kept going on and on... hugging me once every minute. Then she asked if I had MSN... and wrote down her address on my hand. Or, more precisely, on my eczema. It's all ouchy in a green felt-tip pen sort of way. She even asked where I lived, and if I could walk home with her!! I swear she's stalking me.

And then she went. I'm still debating whether I add her on MSN or not. She might enquire about my 'weird' MSN name. I might have to block everyone in that case, so they won't see my accursed 'new name'. It makes sense to me, anyway.

Anyway, I got down one of my Amigas today! Strange story... yesterday, my parents went up to the attic to get one down. However, they said they could not find it. I offered to look for it myself, and they blocked me from going up there. Hmm. So I found it today. Oh, those liars. Problem is, how the hell am I supposed to get down a keyboard, a bunch of joysticks and wires, and a HUGE and HEAVY monitor?? Hmm. Don't ask how I did do it in the end, I just did. Somehow. I almost fell when I carried the monitor down. But I had my Amiga Amigo (heh) now. Problem is... when I hooked it all up and plugged it all in... It didn't work. Utter brilliance!! And more problems - the game I wanted to play on it, Elf, I could only find disk 2 for. And it's completely useless without both of the disks. Aw, crap.

Plus, I have an Engrish speech tomorrow. I'm hoping my cello lesson interrupts it.