June 3rd, 2003

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Happy Birthday, Journal

Deadline Pressure updated!
"Three years. That's 1,095 days... Or 26,280 hours... Or 1,576,800 minutes... Or, if you really want to break it down, roughly 9.4 million seconds. And, as of today, it's how long I've kept this journal."

[ Entry: 02 June 2003 ]
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Shooting myself in the foot.

Motherfucker! Tonight, I engaged myself in some random chat with a fellow Franklinite on AIM. We chatted for a bit, exchanged photos and then she told me I looked like a nice guy. I swore that she followed that up by saying, "you look like one of those guys that girls always like to be "friends" with because you are too nice." I conceded the fact but was somewhat disappointed. Is it that obvious?

And then... I went back a few minutes ago and read the transcript. She didn't make such a statement. She worded it in the form of a question. She said, "are you one of those guys that girls always like to be "friends" with because you are too nice." Obviously, the lack of good punctuation threw me off... but because I overlooked a few key words, I essentially admitted to being too nice to date.

::sigh::
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