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Fri, Mar 10, 10:33 PM E.S.T.
SnowAngel:
i got the chicks!!! i got the chicks!!!
mad maddie:
yay! they’re all safe and sound?
SnowAngel:
all but 1, which was dead when i got there. tony swears it had a heart attack just from hearing his dog bark, but i dunno. do baby chicks have heart attacks?
mad maddie:
did it have any bite marks on it?
SnowAngel:
oh god, i’m not sure. i didn’t really look …
mad maddie:
poor chickie
SnowAngel:
i know, i feel sooooo bad. like, i should have zoe say a prayer for it or something!
SnowAngel:
but at least i saved the others. they’re in aunt sadie’s bathtub, slipping and squawking around. and pooping. they poop A LOT. i’m a bit worried about what aunt sadie’s gonna say …
mad maddie:
did zoe reach you? she’s been hyperventilating all nite.
SnowAngel:
yeah. we talked. and—omg! she told me you were at starbucks waiting for ian???
mad maddie:
yep, he’s here now, sitting right next to me. we r having a fool-around-on-the-computer date, cuz turns out we’re geeks. who knew?
SnowAngel:
did you just call it a DATE?! and what do you mean, fool around? as in FOOL AROUND fool around?
mad maddie:
i mean we’ve both got our laptops and we’re doing random computer stuff, you freak. and showing each other. in fact ian’s reading over my shoulder and trying to grab my phone this very second.
SnowAngel:
*shrieks and claps hand to mouth*
SnowAngel:
he’s not really, is he?
mad maddie:
no. but i did tell him about the chicks, and he thinks you did a good thing by saving them.
SnowAngel:
i had to. i’m the 1 who … you know. put them in peril.
mad maddie:
nonetheless, baby. big thumbs-up.
mad maddie:
so there’s a party at ethan’s tomorrow—gonna go?
SnowAngel:
yep, i’m going with andre. well, technically i’m going with logan, but i told logan i’d meet him there. which didn’t make him happy, but …
SnowAngel:
bleh. sometimes i just don’t want to deal with it.
SnowAngel:
does that answer your question?
mad maddie:
uh, sure, altho a simple “yes” would have been sufficient.
SnowAngel:
don’t know what i’ll do about the chicks, tho …
mad maddie:
dude, i’m outta here. want me to tell ian “hi” for you?
SnowAngel:
i want you to give him a big smoocheroo for me. on the lips, with lots of tongue action.
SnowAngel:
bye!
Sat, Mar 11, 9:44 AM E.S.T.
zoegirl:
hi, angela. how are the chicks doing this morning?
SnowAngel:
they’re pooping machines—it’s unbelievable! aunt sadie made me take them out of the tub and scrub it with bleach, so now they’re living in my room in a box. only they keep hopping out and peck-peck-pecking all over my room.
SnowAngel:
hey, would YOU like a cute baby chick? or 2 or 3? i’m giving them away fo fwee!
zoegirl:
no thanks
SnowAngel:
rats. can you think of anyone who would?
zoegirl:
er … maybe a petting zoo? or a farmer?
SnowAngel:
ooo, yeah! do you know any petting zoo owners or farmers?
zoegirl:
sorry
SnowAngel:
*grrrr-ness*
SnowAngel:
zoe, listen. i have a question for you and yr gonna think i’m being facetious, but i’m not. do you pray?
zoegirl:
um, yeah. why?
SnowAngel:
like, every night? do you get down on your knees?
zoegirl:
i don’t get down on my knees, but yes, i pray every night. why?
SnowAngel:
what do you pray about?
zoegirl:
just stuff that’s going on in my life. i ask for help dealing with it. and i say thanks for all the good things in my life, like you and maddie and doug.
SnowAngel:
honestly? you thank God for me??? *gets teary-eyed*
zoegirl:
i think it’s important to be grateful, that’s all.
zoegirl:
are you secretly thinking that sounds incredibly stupid?
SnowAngel:
not at all! i think it’s awesome.
SnowAngel:
will you say a prayer for that one chick? the one who died?
zoegirl:
why don’t *you* say a prayer for it?
SnowAngel:
cuz you’ve had more practice.
SnowAngel:
1 little prayer, plz? it would make me feel so much better.
zoegirl:
sure, of course
SnowAngel:
and while yr at it, would you pray that i develop phenomenally lustrous hair and a flawless complexion? and that i win a shopping spree at macy’s?
zoegirl:
angela!
SnowAngel:
jk—but not about the chick
SnowAngel:
you going to ethan’s tonite?
zoegirl:
no, doug and i are going to watch a movie and cuddle.
SnowAngel:
a pox on your head
SnowAngel:
well, if you change your mind, you should come!
Sat, Mar 11, 9:57 AM E.S.T.
SnowAngel:
one more thing. i bet you floss, too, don’t you?
zoegirl:
of course. don’t you?
SnowAngel:
no comment
zoegirl:
angela! you really should floss EVERY DAY!!!
Sat, Mar 11, 11:00 PM E.S.T.
mad maddie:
we miss you, zo! come to ethan’s and drag doug with you!!!
zoegirl:
er …
mad maddie:
andre keeps singing songs from “The Book of Mormon.” so random, and yet so very, very entertaining.
mad maddie:
and *someone* has a lampshade on his/her head. the classic party move, and it’s REALLY AND TRULY HAPPENING, RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY EYES.
mad maddie:
wanna know who?
zoegirl:
sure
mad maddie:
then get off yer butt and get over here!
zoegirl:
it sounds fun! it really does. but i’m good.
zoegirl:
but thanks for asking!
Sun, Mar 12, 11:00 AM E.D.T.
mad maddie:
omg, ethan’s party turned so soap-opera-ish last night. u REALLY shld have been there.
mad maddie:
zo? anyone? helloooooo?
mad maddie:
well, here’s the short version: angela made logan cry.
mad maddie:
if you wanna know more, call me!!!
Sun, Mar 12, 11:09 AM E.D.T.
mad maddie:
hey, sweetie. you doing ok?
SnowAngel:
hey, mads. i’m FINE, i just feel like a huge jerk.
mad maddie:
how’s logan?
SnowAngel:
*blows out big puff of air*
SnowAngel:
he’s sad. i dunno.
SnowAngel:
but we talked some more after we left ethan’s, and i guess we got things resolved. for now, anyway.
mad maddie:
it
kinda surprised me, the way you were acting last nite. you just … didn’t seem like you.
SnowAngel:
i know! i didn’t FEEL like me! i get that way whenever i’m around logan these days. it’s so bad, maddie. i become this mean callous person who treats him like shit, even tho he’s such a great guy. and the worst thing is, he LETS me!
mad maddie:
ooo, that’s not good
SnowAngel:
he likes me too much! i never thought that could be a problem, but it is! *pulls hair from scalp*
mad maddie:
angela …
SnowAngel:
what?
SnowAngel:
no, don’t. i know what yr gonna say. but i CAN’T break up with him. he gave me a JEEP, maddie.
mad maddie:
is the jeep really that important?
SnowAngel:
aaargh
SnowAngel:
no not as in “i’m so materialistic that i’ll keep going out with you so i can have a car.” it’s more the fact that …
SnowAngel:
GOD, maddie. HE GAVE ME A JEEP. that’s the nicest thing any guy’s ever done for me. what kind of heartless bitch would break up with him after that?
mad maddie:
er … the kind of heartless bitch who at least wouldn’t be treating him like shit anymore?
SnowAngel:
i wish HE would break up with ME. that’s what i keep hoping will happen. is that horrible?
mad maddie:
pretty much
mad maddie:
but i love you anywayz. you know that.
SnowAngel:
so does logan, apparently *buries face in hands*
mad maddie:
i tried to reach zoe so i cld catch her up on everything, but she was—sooprise—unavailable. prolly with doug, prolly doing something ridiculously wholesome like having brunch with him and his parents.
mad maddie:
i almost told her that she and doug are starting to look alike, like those owners who look like their dogs. but i showed restraint.
SnowAngel:
what a good girl you are
mad maddie:
change of subject: what did jana say when you were playing quarters? i saw your face get all hard.
SnowAngel:
oh GROAN. it was just jana being jana, as usual. she goes to serena patterson, “it’s so sad to see a hottie like logan go to waste, isn’t it? cuz he sure isn’t getting any from angela. HE’s the one who would appreciate a good chick, if you know what i mean.”
mad maddie:
did you say anything back, like “better a good chick than a dead bird”?
SnowAngel:
ha, i wish
SnowAngel:
but no, i took the high road and didn’t even mention the dead bird incident. so there.
mad maddie:
that’ll show her!
Sun, Mar 12, 4:02 PM E.D.T.
zoegirl:
angela, what happened at ethan’s party?
zoegirl:
maddie hinted that there was drama, but then added to the drama by not telling me. will you please explain?
SnowAngel:
it’s really not that interesting but fine.
SnowAngel:
andre and i showed up around 9, and i could tell logan was all excited to see me. but i wasn’t excited to see him. and i guess i kinda … didn’t make much of an effort. i somehow talked to other ppl for most of the night, and i guess it made logan feel bad.
zoegirl:
because you were ignoring him?
SnowAngel:
not IGNORING him, just …
SnowAngel:
i didn’t set OUT to ignore him, i just didn’t wanna be with him.
zoegirl:
why?
SnowAngel:
cuz my head is messed up! cuz i’m a mean, stupid, horrible person!
zoegirl:
how did he end up crying???
SnowAngel:
well, at one point i ended up out on the patio with vincent, who was listening to me go on about how frustrated i am with the whole situation. and that in itself was strange. i mean, me? having a heart-to-heart with vincent?!
SnowAngel:
part of it was the beer, i’m sure. you know how drinking can either make things better or worse depending on what mood you were in to start with?
zoegirl:
not really
SnowAngel:
last night it just made me feel down on everything. it wasn’t much fun.
zoegirl:
doesn’t sound like much fun
SnowAngel:
anyway, maddie realized that logan was upset, and she came and told me that i should talk to him. but i said no. so she went to talk to him herself, and a few minutes later he appeared by my side and said, “angela, come on, let’s go for a walk.”
SnowAngel:
we went and sat on a wall outside ethan’s house, and he told me he thought he loved me. isn’t that just peachy? and that he didn’t understand what was going on. that’s when he started crying, which made ME cry. it was awful!
zoegirl:
poor logan!
SnowAngel:
and poor me! don’t forget poor me!
zoegirl:
so how did you work things out? or rather, *did* you work things out?
SnowAngel:
i told him i didn’t know WHY i was acting that way, and that i was sorry for being such a terrible girlfriend. and last nite i really did feel sorry. but now i just feel blah about it again.
zoegirl:
oh, angela
SnowAngel:
usually i’m the 1 chasing after whatever guy i’m crushing on, you know? and now the situation’s reversed, and i can’t get my head around it.
SnowAngel:
the problem is, i honestly do like him … just not in a pulse-racing way. but why can’t i just CHOOSE to like him that way? why can’t i let my head decide instead of my heart???
zoegirl:
i can’t believe he said he loves you.
zoegirl:
what did you say back?
SnowAngel:
i buried my head against his chest and didn’t meet his eyes. but i DIDN’T say “i love you, 2.” at least i was honest that way.
zoegirl:
wow
SnowAngel:
on the plus side, it’s almost spring break, which means we’ll be apart for a week. which sounds horrible, i know, but maybe being in california will clear my head.
zoegirl:
i wish i were going to california. but no, i get to visit my grandparents in tennessee.
SnowAngel:
please remember: i’m going to EL CERRITO, where i will prolly see the dreadful glendy. altho i guess it’s better than poor maddie, who has to stay at home and clean out her room.
zoegirl:
geez louise, we’re pathetic
SnowAngel:
you got that right
SnowAngel:
i have to go feed the chicks. cya tomorrow!
Mon, Mar 13, 5:25 PM E.D.T.
mad maddie:
oh, zo-eeee!
zoegirl:
hey, mads. what’s up?
mad maddie:
whoa! yr actually there!
mad maddie:
how long do i have before doug comes over?
zoegirl:
haha, very funny
mad maddie:
???
zoegirl:
grrrr … 30 minutes. we have a physics exam to study for, because of course mr. franklin is making us take an exam the week before spring break.
zoegirl:
but we can chat till then
mad maddie:
wow, i’m honored
mad maddie:
did mr. franklin read you guys the announcement about “senior games week”?
zoegirl:
if he did, i missed it. what’s senior games week?
mad maddie:
i swiped mr. gerard’s copy, lemme read it to you.
mad maddie:
“Dear Teachers, We are asking that you please mention these following senior lunch games to your classes. If you can, act excited. On Tuesday we will have Ice Sledding in the cafeteria, which will include prizes. On Wednesday we will be having a game called Cheese Heads, in which students will wear fro wigs and try to catch cheese balls in their hair. On Thursday, the big one, we will be holding a root beer chugging contest!!!”