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Hi again! I'm back. I'm sorry it took a while for this entry, I was on vacation. (beach, boys, WOOT! unfortunately, I didn't end up liking any of them *gasps in shock* and you will find out why if you keep reading) And speaking of which, the long awaited next installment is here!

At least, I think it was long awaited. Someone on my last entry was yelling at me to finish something, so I'm going to start submitting again. Sorry to say, I cannot submit it all in one fell swoop, so you'll have to live with the puny "chapters" that I keep handing out. Here goes!:

Jimmy kept making me spaz out by grabbing my sides and then jumping away. I would scream “JIMMY!” and turn around trying to smack him. He would be just out of reach and I wouldn’t be able to dive for him. We were cracking up so much. I’m glad that it’s not all awkward between us. At the very beginning of the day, we had to unload this huge truck. Jimmy, Jack, and I were just standing there in the line talking. We didn’t really care about the work.
Whoda thunk it? Jimmy played flute, like me and Andy, before he turned to percussion! He was all afraid that we were going to start making fun of him, but everyone was saying, “Oh no, that’s cool,” and all that.
Every time I got a really heavy thing, Jimmy would take it from me and carry it. The next thing would always be really light, and he’d always be complaining, “I got a pool table and a box full of books, and you get a thing with light bulbs and a few clothes?” I would say, “It’s not my fault, you’re always taking the stuff from me.” He would say; “Picky, picky,” and we’d laugh.
At one point, Jimmy had to go and flatten some boxes. I just sat there staring into space and thinking. After a bit, he came back and said; “What do you when I’m gone?”
“What?”
“When I was gone, you just sat there. Do you not have anyone to talk to other than me?”
“No, I was just thinking. I could probably start up a conversation with anyone here, I just choose not to.”
“Sure, like I’ll believe that.”
“Believe anything you want. I’m sticking’ with that story.”
“Whatever.”
We went on to talk about whatever was on our minds at the time. He has good conversations. During break, Andrea was talking with a youth leader about lesbianism and…gayism? Whatever. But Jimmy and I were talking about our views on it, and I told him that I was just fine with it, even though I probably never would be myself. He responded:
“I’m fine with it as well, but there has been some wondering on my part.”
“Huh?”
“Nothing, never mind.”
“I think I get it, and that’s just fine.”
He smiled a little, and I could feel my face heat up, and he said, “Thanks. You’re one of the most accepting of that I’ve ever met.”
Another conversation we had was earlier when the youth leader was talking about he had a hard time stopping when it came to physical stuff, so he never started with his fiancé until after they were married. Jimmy came up behind me and put his hand around my side, and said softly, “I would stop.”
I said, “I’m sure you would, but I know some people that would not be able to.”
“Hmmmmm….you know, I had my first kiss at a youth group meeting, and my first make out session at on, too.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Ironic, isn’t it?”
“A little bit.”
“All in all, I’ve had 13 relationships.”
“I’ve had…none.”
“I know.”
“Yeah, I asked some guy out last year and he said yes in the hallway when we were alone, but then he told his best friend, and then in front of the whole school, he dumped me. It kinda sucked.”
“Yeah, that would suck…I’ve done some stupid stuff in my life.”
“So have I. We all do stupid stuff in our lives.”
“Drugs and drinking. Beat your stupid things?”
I got this stupid shocked look on my face and nodded. He laughed.
“Yeah, some of my friends got mad at me last year because I didn’t do drugs. Seventh grade was an interesting year.”
“I hated my seventh grade year, but I never did drugs or anything. That’s…….interesting.”
“I loved my seventh grade year. It was awesome.”
I did the stupid face thing again, and he cracked up.
“Not just the drugs. Other stuff, too.”
“Do I even want to know?”
“Probably not.”
“Okay, then I won’t ask.”
Then we continued on in our conversation as if nothing had happened.
It’s those tidbits of info about Jimmy that makes me love him all the more. The fact that he turned his life around through the church makes me admire him and God all the more. Wow. I didn’t think I would ever think that. But obviously I have.
AH! Jimmy just did that side thing again. I will get him back for that someday.
Earlier today, Jim came up to me and said that Jack had just asked him if he liked me. When I asked him what he said, he said, “I said no. I don’t want to make a big deal out of this. People already got told off for hitting on Isabel (girl in his crew) to much.”
“Okay. That’s fine with me. I’m just glad that you actually do.”
His face got pink and he got called back to work. Unfortunately, that was the only semi-romantic conversation. I really do mean that, by the way. He would be the best boyfriend ever, if I was actually going to see him after this week. He lives in Nebraska. That’s a really long way away, in case you’re wondering.
It makes me sad. Oh, dang. I have to go to devotions. I’ll write more on the way home, er…the church.
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And, real life person who is Jimmy, don't kill me. I just wrote what I remembered. And yell at me in a pm, not on here, plz? and I even changed a bit, for you. God, I think I've made a horrible mistake. Oh, well, not much I can do now. Whatever. I still miss you all.

Thoughts for the day: If you're lucky enough to be Irish, you're lucky enough. WOOT!

-Selkie blaugh heart