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Because last week--especially Monday--was insane. Either Saturday or Sunday night I got an instant message from Freak Boy (that’s right, we’re back to that nick name. If you don’t like it, oh well, didn’t nobody ask you to come and read my blog) telling me that he was finally coming to see me on Monday. I asked him straight up if he was sure because if you only knew how many times I had heard that shit since July you would’ve been a little bit skeptical too. He assured me that he was forreal....

Day Two Tuesday Okay Robyn, I don't know how well you'll be able to grade this assignment when I'm in jail. Either you will have to visit me, or I'll mail it to you because I feel as though I will be spending a little bit of time in a Jail cell some time soon. You may be asking yourself why I think I'm going to jail, simply put, the answer is this: niggas. No, not boys, young men or even black people in general, but niggas. There is a distinct difference between me calling someone 'my nigga' ...

You said you loved me and I told you the same It was all just part of your game Guess you could say that my heart's to blame It betrayed me and you did the same After all the pain and heartache I've been through How is it I cansay that I still love you You said I was different and I thought you were too I've never met a man quite like you I actually believed everything you told me There aren't many I can say that to You made me feel beautiful and you made me feel loved You made me smile when ...

Day Five Friday Just _what_ was I thinking yesterday when I told Mo that I would go with her to get Michael? Sure, when I met him I was glad that I did, but the drama that ensued after the fact? Yeah, could've gone without it. When I got in the car this morning, Mo would just not shut up about Mike. "Michael said _this_, Michael said _that_" _Rae says gag me with a spoon. Twice._ She was so busy giving me a blow by blow account of their first conversation that she completely ignored my requ...

Monday Day One, So… a diary huh? I guess it’s okay, just as long as you don’t show it to the ‘rents or anyone else, I can deal. RaeDey* ********** Tuesday Day Two, I’m sitting here, bored out of my mind in Advisory, mad that I left my phone in my locker so I can’t play a mind numbing game of “Frogger” until the bell rings for dismissal to first hour in twenty minutes, where I will most likely die of tedium. That’s only until I can get to third hour—stupid block scheduling—and be stuck in a ro...