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Actual journal entry this time.

Before my computer of 5 years died a grisly death at the hands of the electric company's carelessness, something happened. My sister and her boyfriend tried to break in. Seriously. We were sitting in the front room when she came knocking. My other sister put the tv on mute, which had been pretty loud up until then, and we waited. She assumed no one was home, and left. She came back, and again the tv was muted when we realized she was back. Somehow, she still didn't notice. Then we heard something slide into the door frame.

She was trying the card in the door thing. We looked at each other in disbelief for a minute, before she whispered to me to get behind the door. Since I was lighter, the floor didn't creak as much as I held the lock in place. They pushed on it. They switched to a knife. I was getting madder by the minute. My sister asked if we should call the police. At first I said no. Then I heard her on the other side of the door, bragging to him how she had done this before. How many times, I wondered. I changed my mind and said yes. The police were there in about 5 minutes.

What else?

Oh, the guy at work, who may or may not have been trying to flirt with me? Problem solved, he got fired. I'm sorry to say I'm glad. Hope he's happier now.

Boys are still boys, right? I'm always wondering if my other co-worker is trying to figure out if I'm flirting with him or not. The answer is no, but people interpret things differently. I could grin and giggle and tease, and it wouldn't mean anything to me but trying to be friendly. There's only one person in my eyes. Just wish he felt the same...

Speaking of which, my computer. Fried in a power surge, and the only thing I know I'll regret not saving in another place is the conversation I had with said person above. Though I really am missing my TV now. It's so quiet in my room, all I have is this laptop.

And my VCR...say what you will, I still used and liked my VCR, I've got so much crap recorded on dozens of tapes from high school, middle school. Nostalgia to the umpteenth degree. It's kind of sad, I could tell you around what time of year some things were recorded, what grade, what was happening that day. Actually, I guess what makes it sad is that there is no actual footage of me, but things I recorded on TV. XDDD

Oh lord have mercy. This is the end of this journal entry.