I spent the whole next day trying to reach him, only to find out - from his mom, not even from him - that he was grounded and couldn't go out with me. That's why he kept leaving during the game - his mom said he must have been embarrassed. Whatever. I don't need to deal with fifteen-year-old boys being immature. Did he really think I'd be mad about that? I'm more mad he made me spend the whole day not knowing what I was doing.

The next day I ran into his best friend at lunch. (I don't really know him, but Urkel has introduced us.) He stopped, glared, turned away, and went to find Urkel - who spared a whole three minutes to talk to me!

Urkel and I are now supposed to hang out over Thanksgiving, but I doubt it's going to happen. I'm pretty much done with him being immature. If he wants to hang, he needs to track me down, because I'm done hanging by the phone.

I wasn't at school yesterday; I was in Pittsburgh for a Steelers game. Apparently, the Interloper asked Amanda for my number and called me during class. So there I was getting off the plane, and I turned on my phone and I figured, "Oh, Ashley must have called - I texted her during Physics." But it was him, just calling to "wish me luck on my game." I was shocked. So I called him. He was excited to hear me, too. He might have fallen off his chair as well. It was unclear.

That's my sucky love life now. I guess it is improving slightly. Right now, Interloper is looking a lot better to me. Of course, this will all be outdated in a day or two. It's High School - nothing ever stays the same.