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Day of previous birth and present pleasant surprises (I meant "present" as in "current" but I suppose it works decently either way). There was a cake at lunchtime ("Happy Birthday Brian"), which I really wasn't expecting; 'twas yummeh, regardless. There was also a metallic red thong, boxed and wrapped, which Hannah disavowed any involvement whatsoever in the procurement of. Somehow I suspect it was mainly Maria's idea; I think my reasoning is mainly based on the fact that she told me it was so. The aforementioned garment is hidden in a dark, dark corner of my closet and, if all goes well, will never be seen again.

The main other weirdness occured when I was lying on the ground after school and just kind of half-listening to people talk. Brianne came up out of the blue and gave me two (!) boxes of Ghirardelli dark chocolate. Truly awesome dark chocolate, although I've exhibited restraint and only had one square of it thus far. I think I'm going to try to give one of the boxes back tomorrow, though. Isolated sectors of my mind, the ones that weren't spinning their tires, were clamoring for me to do so at the time, but I was a bit too confused to make any serious attempt just then. Aforesaid confusion was caused by being thoroughly caught off guard, both in the sense that I was lying on the ground with my back turned and in the sense that it was, although not the absolute last thing I expected, nowhere near the loftier bits of the list. Gad, how am I supposed to respond to something like that?

I've got the chocolate hidden in my room as well - one is in a small box, containing mostly Legos, under my bed and another is behind both a stack of old book and a rack of clothes in my closet. Keeping the boxes in the fridge would probably be better, but then they would be seen by my parents, and that would bring on Questions. Nor have I mentioned to them the cake which was brought to school at lunch; I don't know why I regard that as something I should keep to myself, but my instincts say that, given the way my parents are, I may as well keep them in the dark about as much of my life as possible.

         posted on Thursday, April 24, 2003
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