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Hi guys! Back again, and with another submission. Unfortunately, most of the people who read my journal have already lived through this, so they don't relly like me right now. Ah, well. Here goes!:

Jimmy and I were talking, and he was carrying a roll of tennis balls. It said something like Ripp, but I thought it said Starburst for a little bit. I told him so, and he looked at me really weird and said, “You’re insane.” And we both cracked up. A little later he came up and said, “You suck. I want Starburst now!” We cracked up again. He really is cool.
After we were done working, we were sitting in the small coffee shop in the thrift store waiting for our rides, and there was a pop machine. Andy got a Mountain Dew (bad idea), and Jimmy said, “I’m thirsty.” He started rustling through his wallet. He commented, “If I don’t have a quarter, I will be angry.” Then he pulled out two, saying, “Ah, there we go.”
Jack said,” Do you only have dimes and nickels?” I said, “No, he has two,” at the same time that Jimmy said, “No, I have two.” We looked at each other and cracked up. I’ve been doing a lot of that today. Then he pulled out two dollar bills. I asked, “Are you buying two sodas?” He said simply, “No,” and handed a dollar and a quarter. I, being very shocked, forced out “Thanks,” in this high voice. He looked at me and smiled a small smile. My heart started to beat like crazy. I don’t know why.
He’s cute, but he’s not my type. He has short-ish curly hair, like Jim Carrey, and stunning green eyes that when you look into them, you can’t look away until he does. The main thing that kind of pushes me away is that he’s huge. Like, all over. But it looks cute on him. SHUT UP! This is not something I should be thinking about right now.
When I met him, he had this yo-yo. I said, “I suck at yo-yo.” He smiled, and said, “Me, too.” That cracked me up.
Later, when we working, I saw him at the Gaylord (the boxes we sort out of) and he leaned back when he saw me. I smiled and said, “Hi.”
“Hey, what was your name, again?”
“Rose.”
“Nice to meet you, Rose.”
“You, too.”
I held out my hand for a handshake, and him, blushing a bit (why?), pulled off the yo-yo, and took it in a firm, but not too firm, handshake.
And it was my turn to blush (again, why?).
Ugh. Andy is reading over my shoulder. Thankfully, he has never been able to read my handwriting. He’s getting angry and asking what it says. I’m telling it basically says “I’m bored” in different in different languages and with a little different words. He seems to accept that and has gone back to talking to this kid I don’t know.
Anyway, when we got in the car, I was sitting in the seat behind Jim. I kinda doubted that we’d talk during the trip, because I’d be writing, but he had to put on his seat belt. It was right next to him, but he didn’t realize that. He reached behind him, and not finding the belt, continued searching with his hand. It eventually found my knee. I could feel the blood rush to my face. He turned around and I saw that the same thing had happened to him. He said, “Sorry,” in this really soft voice and turned back to find his seat belt right next to him. We cracked up again, and have not talked the rest of the ride.
Speaking of which, it is now over and we are pulling up. I have to get out now.
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I later walked up to Anne and introduced Jimmy. She thinks he is very cool.
I found out that he has been trying to break up with his girlfriend for several weeks now.
He wrestled Cal to the ground without even trying. He is crazy strong. He picked me up and did the essential manga carry, complete with the “Hey! Put me down!” It was hilarious.
Oh, by the way, Cal is really good at drawing, and I showed him this drawing that was probably the best I have ever drawn, and he said, “Is this yours?” I nodded slightly, and he said,” Oh my god, I had no idea you were so good at drawing!”
But I digress. I think I might have a crush on Jimmy. He’s really cool. He also knows that I have had no true relationships. I wonder if he’ll use that against me someday.
This day has taken forever, and it’s not even close to done yet.
Anne is like my inner intelligence on this matter. Jimmy wrote me a care card (these nice little cards you write to your friends) and it’s only the second day! Dear Anne thinks we should get together.
Oh, I have to talk to her, speak of the devil. She wants to know what this is. I told her it was a journal begun at the beginning of the week to keep me from becoming suicidal from boredom, and now it’s just a habit.
She accepts this, and says that Jimmy is waiting for me. Duty calls.
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I miss all of my friends from here, and you guys have to know this. I wrote this so that I could remember all that went on at camp, and if I reveal anything that you guys didn't want me to, yell at me in private messages.