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2002-11-04 - 3:30 p.m. I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha. One way or another, I'm gonna win ya. I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha. One way or another, I'm gonna see ya. I'm gonna meetcha, meetcha, meetcha, meetcha. One day, maybe next week, I'm gonna meetcha. I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha. I will drive past your house, and if the lights are all down I'll see who's around. One way or another, I'm gonna find ya. I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha. One way or another, I'm gonna win ya. I'll getcha, I'll getcha. One way or another, I'm gonna see ya. I'm gonna meetcha, meetcha, meetcha, meetcha. One day, maybe next week, I'm gonna meetcha. I'll meetcha, ah. And if the lights are all out, I'll follow your bus downtown, see who's hangin' out. One way or another I'm gonna lose ya. I'm gonna give you the slip. A slip of the lip, or another, I'm gonna lose ya. I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya. One way or another I'm gonna lose ya. I'm gonna trick ya, trick ya, trick ya, trick ya. One way or another, I'm gonna lose ya. I'm gonna give you the slip. I'll walk down the mall, stand over by the wall, where I can see it all, find out who ya call. Lead you to the supermarket, check out some specials and rat food. Get lost in the crowd. One way or another, I'm gonna getcha. I'll getcha. I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha. I love Debbie Harry from Blondie. She's too cool. :) Today started out wonderful- breakfast with daddy at Coney Island.. mm...- but ended bad- me falling like a fool in front of everyone (TWICE!) and getting zinged by Joel! Joel for God's sake... he doesn't TALK! *slumps down in chair* Not. Cool. I don't like how I act. When I get nervous or agitated I giggle uncontrollably and then no one takes me seriously later on. I can't help it.. I just giggle... Like whenever this horrible "Maple Leaf" thing is talked abotu with Peyton or Alicia I bust into giggles... when I really just want to glare at Peyton for hitting me in the boob. I still don't know how to act around Justin.... *busts into tears* I can't handle this stress I've put myself under... I think I'm just gonna go and cry in my bed. meh.
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