That score is a measure of how well I identify with (or is it how much I'm defined by?) my high school, NCP, (northside college prep). I figure it's appropriate, seeing as how I'm the bottom of the barrel of the cream of the crop.

Whew, try saying three that times fast.

Foiled again! First Jen and I made tentative plans to spend some time together on Friday, unfortunately, her parents thwarted them.

We decided to perhaps try again on Sunday. But after a day of running errands for her mother, Jen was too tired to do anything when late evening came and I didn't have it in me to disturb her.

Then today, most blasted of days, she called at one point and I didn't hear the phone. She assumed I wasn't home. When I called her later, she had already left with others.

I can tell this is going to happen at least a dozen more times.

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