Well. . . after a day stuck in my own thoughts. . . I got slammed back into something of reality. . . I spent like all afternoon {mainly during supper} stuck in my own mind, thinking about what I could say to remedy situations that had sprung up in the past week. . . And didn't get no where with it really, might wanna talk with Nejo about it before i truly go and do anything. Anyway, so then there was a real hot guy at the restaurant tonight. And I sorta checked him out except that he was in the table in front of us and Dad and this guy's Dad was right in my way -.- Omg, twas torture. XD Every time I attempted to look at him, Dad would put something in my way. . . his arm, napkins, anything he could. Soooooooo I still got to look at him enough. I don't like sideburns on a guy too well but he still was cute enough. Heh. Then a second guy walked in and he was cute too but he moved to the other part of the restuarant. Well anyway. . . We left and went to a store. . . and then went home. . . Well, I got online almost immediately. . . And Charlotte messaged me. . .

Well, back a few weeks ago, a guy named Rasto had come into the room after we hadn't seen him in a long time. . . and he said he was having marriage problems. . . and money problems. . . had lost everything and became a born-again Christian and that he and his wife were gonna try marriage counseling. So. . . I thought things would be ok for him. . .But weeks past and I heard nothing more of it. So. . . I didn't KNOW this but Charlotte saw him in the chat room. . . and he said marriage counseling hadn't helped them like he was hoping. . . then she messaged me tonight. . .

Rasto is dead. Died this morning. Cause is unknown. I'm not sure what to feel right now. I feel bad, yes. . . but it's more like a shock thing. And I'm not sure I believe it. I've been screwed over twice by hearing someone's dead just to find out they are alive and well. . . I don't believe it till like say, years have passed and Rasto hasn't returned. See, as much as I'd like to be the same trusting soul I was three years ago, I just can't. So I hold only partial sympathy for Rasto, Mary and their kids till I have some kind of proof on this matter. I'm not heartless. I'm just cautious. I've had my heart hurt once by thinking a friend was dead just to find they really weren't.

If it is true. . . well. . . it's sad. He was nice to me, though Wendi-sis told me once he was a pervert. Heck, who isn't. . .? *shrugs* As if she has room to talk. It's getting so with Wendi, the only way I can get her attention is to stay off messengers completely from a Friday to a Monday. . . Anyway I've typed enough on this. . . OMG, I totally forgot to do my work today. Oh God, Mom's gonna kill me if I don't get SOMETHING done. Frick frick frick. ><