June 01, 2002 :: 10:58 p.m.
talking in third person
Welcome to episode #412 of Amanda's Diary. In tonight's installment, Amanda hung out with a bunch of friends. They went to the Middlesex Diner and ate lots of fried food - most notable was Jamie's fried egg sandwich, which really should have just been glued together and dipped whole into the fryer. She admires the seemingly infinite expandability of his stomach and the surprising resilience of his arteries, but she doesn't much care for eggs. She got a grilled cheese and french fries, though, so she's really in no position to talk.
Afterward, Amanda and Co. went to Hampden Park to do what they always do at the park: A whole lot of nothing. But it's an entertaining sort of nothing, so all is well in the Land of Oz. The boys decided to run to the graveyard, for whatever reason, and Bryan ended up doubled over, retching his greasy diner food onto the grass. He felt better afterward, though. Sometimes Amanda wishes that she could throw up whenever she wanted to. She wouldn't be scary and bulimic or anything; it's just that when her stomach hurts, throwing up would make it feel better. Alas! Try as she may, she cannot make herself vomit. Perhaps when she attains enlightenment through years of dedicated meditation, she'll be able to master that skill.
At the diner, Amanda asked Adam if he wanted to see a movie or something tomorrow night. She has off work, you see, and so it seemed like a plan. As it turns out, though, Adam has plans with Pat, which is a good thing but leaves her very lost and forlorn. How will she spend her day off now? Most likely, she'll sleep late and watch TV and read and completely avoid everything that she should be doing. Like cleaning and not eating junk food. This may sound appealing to you, but to her it seems very boring and not at all worth waking up for. It also makes her quite sad that she won't see Adam until Tuesday night. If you could see her, she'd be pouting.
Amanda was supposed to spend the night at the other Amanda's house, but she doesn't feel so well. Coming home and going to sleep seemed more appealing, so that's what she did. She feels kind of bad, but the other Amanda was tired too, so she supposes that it's all right. She's currently using her massive telekinetic brain power to mind-type this from her bedroom. Impressive, isn't she?
Goodnight.
back & forth
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