Fumbling towards boredom

Well, I got half of the Sr. Prom pics scanned. Those brought back memories, some good and some bad. All of them had Jesse in them, cause he was popping his head into everything with his top hat he wore that night. Another example of how time, distance, and pride had broken a friendship. **Sigh**
Talked to Suzanne online…I tried to be good during the conversation that we had, but one barb did get by. But I don’t think that she caught it. I guess it was a good thing that Shawn needed the phone, so I could cut the conversation short.
Realize that April found this journal, and I’ve found one of her sites. It’s not like that I need to see her other journal; April and I have a pretty good understanding of each other (I like to think so anyway). So I can just read her regular journal and if anything is going on, I can usually sense it. Anyway, if it is serious enough, April knows that I’m here for her. And Vice Versa.
Like the whole Suzanne situation. I keep on making the mistake of reading her journal (damn, LJ is so addicting). But it’s like we are both walking a tightrope with our friendship. And the thing with her is; can she bottle up all of her emotions and subdue them like I’ve learned to? I don’t think so. I worry about the upcomming explosion and wonder how big is the blast going to be.
Actually, I should be thinking about going to work, since it is after 9 and I am still at home. Perhaps more thought at work if I get the chance.
Current mood: worried
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