New cell phone is coming. Here are the links of the phones I want:

http://onlinestorez.cingular.com/cell-phone-service/cell-phones/phonedetails.jsp?id=cdsku9870069

http://onlinestorez.cingular.com/cell-phone-service/cell-phones/phonedetails.jsp?id=cdsku9870054

Let me walk you through this past weekend and the rest of my week...

Friday- 5-11 Box

Saturday- MOVIE NIGHT WITH AMANDA.

Sunday- 12-11 Con.

Monday- Halloween. Of course I am working 5-11 Box

Tuesday- Pay Day. New Phone. Dinner at Hooters. (=

Wednesday- Happy Birthday, Mitchell. 5-11 Box.

Thursday- Let's be friends and hang out. (=

Friday- 5-11 Con.

Saturday- 12-8 Con? MOVIE NIGHT WITH AMANDA!!!

Sunday- 5-11 Con.

Monday- 5-11 Conc.

Tuesday- No school!!! No work!!! (= (= (=

Yeah, so I work a lot. Tell me what you think about the phones.

Mitchell, it's your turn. Make an entry or go on meebo. I hate you. (=

Mitch, I am terrified about what you said last night. I didn't sleep last night. I couldn't think about anything else. You said that thing, but it's not true. I know it isn't. Mostly because of Shanti, but also because I am nothing great. It doesn't add up... but since we're making confessions here... let me just say this..

I don't think Shanti deserves you. And anything I have ever done to try to steer you from her, I am sorry. I just see her and see me... and (since we're being honest) I know that she doesn't feel the way I do. I know that sounds corney, and it is... but some of the things she does I would NEVER do. And that's why I hate her so much. I cannot believe some of the things she does and says. She doesn't realize how lucky she is.

But you're wrong. This doesn't have to change anything. I know you won't do anything about the way you feel. I don't blame you, and I won't hold it against you. I will always have 1209384098 questions in my head about it, but I will never ask them. You know how I feel. And you half said how you feel.

That day when you came to West Tower... I was so happy that day. I really thought it was a big changing moment. I mean-- Mitch single.-- visiting me-- it was so happy. I'm sure it showed. I want to know what was going on in your mind that day.. and i want to know what you were there for.. and why you didnt hug me (haha) and ... so much more

Then the day at Shoneys.. I want to know why you cried...

I'm afraid of two things happening:

1. This turning into a Spanglish incident. There's an obvious and understood and expressed feeling for one another, but never again to be exposed...

2. We're going to grow further and further apart because you're ashamed and afraid about what you said... and then it won't matter...

I am looking into this too much. I really am. It doesn't matter. You probably didn't mean it. It was probably just something that was said... and I don't blame you...

Sorry... I am confused right now.

I hate psychics.

Love, Liza.

ps- what do u want for your birhtday?

Well, I wasn't supposed to work yesterday. "My one day off"...

Nick: "Uhh... Liza?"

Liza: "Yes, Nick?"

Nick: "Uhh... what's up?"

Liza: "What time do you want me there?"

Nick: "As soon as you can get here."

Liza: "See you at 5:00. Am I box?"

Nick: "yes, ma'am."

So I have this idea. From now on... I am going to live at West Tower, because chances are every single day I will be clocked in for atleast six hours. So tomorrow, I am bringing my blanket, pillow, Dopey Dog, a few outfits, shampoo, body wash, conditioner, toothbrush, tooth paste, etc. It's what I've got to do.

Mimesis tonight---- and I cannot go. )= I furreal want to die. I hate my life. Hate, hate, hate.

BUT-- it's box tonight. Which is always fun.

Anyway, there's this girl who is a bitch... and she was here today... and her eyes could kill... and she doesn't look black like I thought, and... holeee crud... She needs to chill. Her entire table was looking because I'm sure she told them all about her horrible experience with me... it doesn't even matter... I don't even care... because unlike her, I'm gone next year. Unlike her, I've learned how not to get too upset and involved with all this drama. I don't talk to people here. I don't like anyone here. And plus, her face looks funny when she looks at people in an excited, wide-eyed face. haha... hahaha..... I laughed for hours.

ANYWAY--- hollleeee crud. I love school today. It's such an easy day...

Time to make FRANK SINATRA note cards. (=

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I miss Cassie. And I am going to miss her all week. Someone kill me. )=
I love Kotchie. I miss Kotchie. Kotchie, Kotchie, I lobe you!

I am uber depressed all because of the dumb word "FEAR". You wouldn't believe the things that pass people by because of fear. Fear controls everyone's lives. All of their decisions, mistakes, and success root from fear.

Anyway, I am going to chat about my anti-homecoming weekend...

Friday- I worked 5-11. I love work.

Saturday- I worked a double. I had a surprise visit. Mitch came in with Jerry and his friend (I think his name was Dan. When I asked him he didn't talk very loud). It was crazy because I was just in the zone of work and then I see some blonde kid walk in. I wanted to kill myself. It was funny though. He bought Snickers, then played arcade games... then on my break we went to the ATM machine and back to arcade games. (By the way, Mitchell... the only people that read this already know. No one even knows about MindSay... so don't freak out about this). My day was awesome until Chris got mad at me for being "too crazy." He told me that he had never seen me the way I was that day before in his life. I think I really pissed him off, but I wasn't doing anything particularly horrible. I danced and sang. And did the "black girl scratch." Fuck him. After work Cassie and I went to Waffle House.

Sunday- I hung out with Cassie. We went to Friendly's. It was yummy. A lot more happened this day that I truly cannot write about. For my own sake. Hm.. if you want to know, I'm sure I'll tell you if you ask.

So today sucks ASS. I am in school and I worked on a paper for government this morning for a few hours. The sucky part is I get in the class and I am like, "I didn't print. )=" and he's like... "Well, that would suck if the paper were do today." --- I felt dumb. THEN-- I just realized it was my PSYCHOLOGY PAPER DUE!!!!!! AHHH! I have until 6th period to get it done. I want to kill myself. I really do. \=

Call me if you want to chill tonight