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Sunday, October 21, 2001 -
So I got home from Latin dancing last night and kissed my mother and father goodnight and then went out to get bubble tea in chinatown in the city. The dog woke them up at three, I got home at three fifteen.
They weren't very happy. I'm not going out for two weeks, which means no hanging out fer halloween or anytime before that. I guess it could've been worse, and It's not too hard to shrug this off. It's harder to reconcile their sneaking doubts that poor Sabrina's a bad influence (::chuckles::). I could get off relatively scott-free and blame it all on her, but then I'd never see the poor girl or any of her friends again. I suppose I can just say that her lack of rules was infectious and that I just got used to people not having curfews and things. I don't think that's quite the smartest thing to say, but... I'll figure something out. But damn that bubble tea was tasty...
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