I'll pack it up and in this time

Is it wrong that I like reading things that were written about me?
To get this straight, most things written about me are love or hate letters that only I ever read, which aren't very interesting. I know how great I am, and I also know how big of an asshole I am. I'm no different than anyone else, so all of that correspondence is given and taken with a grain of salt. Hm. There's kind of a lot going on in this paragraph and I feel bad leaving so soon. Whatever, on to the next paragraph...
Anyways, I know this girl. We dated in high school and it went great-- for like two months. I always remember the beginning because I was trying to court her when the last installment of the second Star Wars trilogy was opening in theaters-- I saw the 12:01 Friday morning showing with Earl, Kevin, probably Aldo and Woj and Radames. Oh, and Luke Roeschley and Juan must have been there. Wait, I'll just find out really quick using this whole "internet" thing.
Okay, according to RottenTomatoes.com, I'm talking about May 15th, 2005. This makes sense. School was almost over and the weather was warm. Kevin and I were so tired driving back to my house that he parked his car sticking out into Fullerton and said "fuck it." The next day at school may have been the day where I unsuccessfully called myself in to school. After I thought I had that taken care of, my dad called me and asked why he had received a call saying he had called me in sick. I told him it must have been a prank call. Oh, and the reel jumped near the end of the movie so everyone in our theater was given a pass to a free movie.
I keep getting side-tracked, like the joints I roll. I'd guess I started talking to this girl on May 8th (Will's birthday), or maybe even May 1st. I broke up with her on the 4th of July, or maybe the 3rd-- one of those-- and that was the main hub of an on-off relationship that seemed to last forever but quickly spiraled out of control and played a miniature role in me dropping out of school.
Until about two weeks ago, I had talked to this girl about three times since I was 18 (I'm now 22). She always managed to stay in my head, though, because I kept stumbling across online journals (much like the one I'm writing on now) that she'd written on, with much of the content being about my life (particularly the part of my life when I dated her). She would also include very intimate descriptions of my eyes and nose.
I'd always read on, entirely captivated by a new angle of my own life. It registered in my head that this sort of thing was kind of strange, but I didn't find it necessary to contact her and mention that she may want to cut it out.
The new entries had thinned about and she closed down a few of her pages. Then, I don't know how it happened, I came across two more. This was in April, I think, of this year, and the words were still warm. These new entries still had that hopeful edge that things would turn out her way, but there was a new hint of having been defeated.
Hold on, I have to back-track and find out what I intended on leading up to...
Oh, alright, so there wasn't really a particular end in mind, just that there's this girl who obsessively writes about me and I kind of enjoy reading it. Oh, but if my girlfriend found out I had been reading it, then I probably wouldn't have a girlfriend anymore.

So there's that poorly constructed thought for the day. It's only 5:30 and business isn't exactly booming. It usually takes until 7 or so to get to this point, which is when I decide I should probably be working so I don't get out of work half an hour late.
Ha, I just read this article about the pros and cons of being a vegetarian.
Pros:
it's a good way to lose weight; your dump-cycle will be regular; you will save money (roughly $4,000, according to some people whose names I don't know).
Cons:
some alternatives to meat may be slightly more expensive (though on the whole you're saving $4,000 a year); it can take research and work (like most worthwhile things); it's not always convenient to eat out; some people may not understand.
This article caught my eye because of how absurd some of the cons are. "Some people may not understand"? That's the dumbest reason I have ever heard for not doing something. Some people don't understand pregnancy, some people don't understand why the moon orbits Earth and why Earth orbits the sun, and some people don't understand why other people enjoy watching football. It all boils down to my contempt for everything. This is why people drink.