Mar. 18, 2008 - I find this strange...
This afternoon a little after six I got a phone call. I didn’t know who it was, but they knew my name. This was my first concern, because I hate when I don’t know who’s calling me because they don’t identify themselves. So anyway she goes on with normal conversation making small talk. and I ask who this is. She says it’s Briana. like I’m supposed to know immediately who it is. and I’m like how’d you get my number and she says I gave it to her. I started racking my brains and I couldn’t think of the last time I gave someone my number. So I’m like where’d we meet, and she said in the Footlocker in the mall. and I’m thinking and said allowed, I don’t go to the Footlocker. and she says oh, you gave it to me like three years ago! WHAT!? I don’t give people my number now I didn’t remember being so daring when I was 12, so she goes on explaining that today she cleaned her room and found it, because she lost it three years ago and hadn’t found it since. So I said you’re desperate for a boyfriend and decided to call me (she already asked if I was single and if I wanted to meet) and she’s like yeah. So I basically said no, but we talked for another ten minutes, then she had to go and I was kind of grateful honestly. BUT she said she’d call back...darn.
In other news, I got my first book from Kregel, I have to write a review by May 1st, so be looking for it...
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