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My head still feels like it's going to implode. However, with the aid of my dear friend ibuprofen, i'm beginning to feel better. I think the fact that I have consumed vast amounts of candy has added to my speedy recovery.

I spent the day with Paul again. I've become one of those girls I never wanted to be; I folded his laundry today, and the only reason is because I love him and he asked me to. I'm going to die. I need to stop with the Paul-ness. On the plus side, we did buy pizza rolls and hang out at the BIG house. Laura and Boston were bickering as usual and they greeted us as "fat kid and fat kid's.... Emma". We watched the Steelers-Patriots game for a while (which really meant we watched Boston become upset as his favorite team lost). I had to leave to hand out candy. A cute little boy showed up dressed as a cowboy and the boy from the house behind me was a firefighter. The little girl from the house behind me was a cutesy little fairy. Then Amanda S showed up and I gave her a buttload of candy and told her my "come back when you're 18" story.
I told Boston that he's not the only one who told me to come back and talk to him when I'm 18, and he said, "Screw that. I'll be hunting you down!" I had a good laugh. When I told Paul yesterday that Boston wasn't the only guy to make an offer for the future, he said something about how if he were me, he wouldn't. I reassured him that I would never consider Boston. I don't think he was very convinced...

posted by emma @ 9:10 PM