August 15. 1999

Boring Sunday.  Up at 9:15, church from 9:30 to 12:30, burned the afternoon with some cousins, then got on the computer.

Lindsay no longer means anything to me.  Well, she's still a friend, but even that is dying.  She lies to me and to other people.  I'd rather just have stuff straight out from her, and she won't do that with me.  She's out of town for the week, so I'm definitely going to explore some of my other options and try to have a good time while she's gone.  It shouldn't be that tough; I'm 16, life goes on.

I also put my bikes up for sale today.  With a little luck, I'll be $4,900 richer in a few days here...