Jan 16, 2005 16:48
Yesterday I had to work, then go to snowboard practice, and then go back to work. Long day. After work I went to Staci's house because I haven't seen her in like 20,000 years or so. I had to leave at like 9:00 though because they were going clubbing. I don't club. Never have, never will. Not only can I not dance, but I don't want gross sweaty people dancing all over me. Yuck.
Anyway. Staci has been hanging out with the people we used to hate lately. Like Patrick Bartells and Ryan Ruzzi. Where the fuck did this come from. She's one of the "popular" kids now and I hate it. Everyone says highschool isn't like junior high, it doesn't matter if you're popular or not. Well, for most people that may be true but it is definitley not that way for Staci. She cares SO much about what everyone thinks about her its just starting to really piss me off. Like, she'll change out fits literally 5 to 10 times before she leaves her room. And she's been wearing super short skirts and all of these hollister clothes and she only does it because she thinks other people will think she looks nice. And maybe that is the case, I guess I really don't know. But I hate how she's changing herself for other people. This is pretty much the exact reason why I planned on never being friends with her again. The exact reason. If she starts her bitching about how I'm not perfect again, I could see it happening but permanently this time.
Anyway. At snow.practice yesterday, my binding broke. Great. Just Great. I have a comp next weekend and I have a fucking broken binding. I'm going to have to spend a ton of money on new bindings and new boots because the boots that I have now are only for the bindings that I have now and God knows I'll never get step in bindings ever again. Ugh.
How am I supposed to save up to be able to move out with a car and broken bindings?