So today I went to tell dan a story about Peter (the real name of James) and he said "wait, isn't his name james?" and I said "no, its peter." And he said "is that the same guy who went to the duvall concert? thats james" and I said "james doesn't exist, his name is peter". I never called Peter "james" anywhere else but this xanga site. And i said "why did you think his name was james?" and he said "i don't know" and I said "are you sure you don't know?" and he said "yes". but really he does know. Because dan, you have been reading this xanga journal. thanks for telling me when I asked you. So it looks like Im done with xanga and all others until i get my own compupter. goodbye.

May I just say that I am freaking in love with everything Josh Caterer has done. Yes. I may.

It was a slow night at the max. There were 5 employees and 2 customers. And we were all standing in front of one of the display tv's watching the cubs game. They lost. sad face.

I think I am going to go to homecoming. Just with some friends though. I decided I would because I'm never going to have the opportunity again, and I don't want to end up being 30 and never knowing what a real high school dance was like, and then regretting not going.

I should join that lj community, evilcustomers. Boy do I have a story for them.

So I decided I would sleep a little around 6:30, but not too long because the football game was at 7:45. Yeah, definately woke up to the voice of homer simpson, and thought "did the simpsons have an extra episode tonight?" No, they did not, It was indeed the 10:00 episode. I must have been really tired. It was a good Simpsons though. I hadn't seen it in a while. It was the one where homer changes his name to "max power".

-hey, nice name.

-thanks, I got it off a hairdryer.

James.*

So I'm at this school and in english class. I started talking to a couple people around me. Amy (super nice) and James. James seemed pretty nice. He works customer service at another store, so we talked about how annoying customers are and such. I have another friend Sarah*, that James knows too. He told me how he tp'd her house 3 times last year. I got a ride home with Sarah after school that day (because I crashed my car). I told her about what he had told me, and she said that he was super mean to her last year. Then she told me about after he tp'd her house and was mean to her for the first 2 months of school, he asked her to homecoming. I thought that was weird because why would he think she would say yes? Anyway, the friday of that week at the end of class james asked, "are you working tonight?", and I said "yes". even though I was only working till 4:30, i just didn't want to see where he was going with that. On Saturday after work, I went to batavia to see duvall play. Batavia is only 15 minutes from work, but it is about 30-40 minutes away from where i live. I was meeting some friends there. When I got inside, i couldn't see my friends and it was pretty crowded, so I just stayed near the back and listened to josh caterer's sweet sweet voice. Then I saw someone with a football jersey from my school coming towards me. It was James. I thought it was weird that he was there because of how far away it was and all, plus he didn't even know who duvall was. he said he was there with some friends (note: i never saw these "friends". When I asked where they were he said "oh they are way up at the front, you cant see them from here." when I asked who they were he said, "you don't know them. They just moved here") He stood by me for a while making small talk now and then. he said, "what are you doing after the show". And I said "going home." I don't know why, but i was completely weirded out, and didn't want to talk to him anymore. I told him how much i love duvall. He made a few jokes at me about my superfan-ness, which I normally would have laughed along with. But i didn't want to talk to him anymore, so i was like "screw you!" and then i went up closer to the stage. He grabbed my arm as I started walking, but I just kept on going. He thought I was for real mad at him, so he didn't try to talk to me at all after that.

On sunday I relayed the events of saturday to ashley to which she said, "he's scary. you shouldn't talk to him. He's like violent." She told me about some of the stuff he had done. So i decided I didn't want to talk to him that much anymore.

At school the following monday, he came up to me and said, "sorry about saturday, I didn't mean to laugh at you". But i didn't want to be friendly with him again, so i pretended to still be mad. I said something like "whatever, its no big deal." But in a voice that says "im still mad". Later that class period our teacher told us to get into pairs of two and work on an assignment. he asked me to be his partner, but I said "i'll work by myself thanks." He got really irritated and offended. It really bothered him. But i just  ignored him. also, that was the first day of trying out the cd/hoodie invention, so i wanted to listen to music.

then yesterday he put his foot on my chair (which I was sitting in) to tie his shoe. His foot landed on my leg. I was in the middle of reading and didn't want to lose my spot, so i just pushed his foot off my leg without saying anything to him. It wasn't even in a mean way, i just brushed it off. He got really mad at that point and said "Gosh! You dont have to get so mad about it!" and i said, "james, I'm not mad, I just didn't want your foot on my leg." He said, " It was just an accident! I didn't mean to! You don't have to push it off and say stuff (which i didn't even do) and get all mad about it!" and I said "relax! Im not mad at you. take it easy!" I started reading again. he didn't say anything back except for those "jeez" noises such as pshhh, pfaa, huhh.

Today the two girls who sit behind me came up to me and talked about how weird he acted. And i decided to keep on pretending to be mad at him forever.

I don't know why I wrote all that. I guess its the closest thing to a story that happened to me recently.  pretty long huh. I'll come back when I have something better to write.

*names have been changed to protect the psychopaths.

today at school I tried out one of my brother's inventions. I wore a hoodie sweatshirt to school. I put my diskman in the big pouch thing and cut a little hole in the fabric behind the pouch that is closest to by body. I broke an old pair of headphones so the cord leads up to one ear muff thing and there is nothing else attached to it. I stuck the ear muff thing  through the hole i cut and ran the cord up through my sleeve and into my hand. So i rested my head in my left hand all day and listened to music. It was great. No more boring english teacher or annoying econ teacher, just the sweet sweet sound of the smoking popes live album.

ok im done for now.