I've Just Endured A Whole Day Of My Chemical Romance. I'm Not Okay. I'm not okayyyayyyayyayyaaaay.
Reasons Why... My Friends Are Mental? hmmm.... no.
Things... My Friends... have... done? ...no.
List of... Recent Events Involving My Friends? That'll do.
List of Recent Events Involving My Friends:
-Ex-Best Friend has called my house twice last week. First time it was to track down where i worked. (cringe stalker alert). The second time, i was home, and she told my mom that she was getting married in THREE WEEKS, and she wanted to talk to me/hang out before the wedding, but she wasn't optimistic that i'd call her back. She was right. If i called her back, for ANY REASON, i would be rewarding the bad dog. you do not reward a bad dog. the bad dog then thinks the bad behavior is acceptable. the bad behavior is not acceptable, therefore you do not reward a bad dog for bad behavior. Thus is true in this scenario. i told her, we were done. kaput. finished. there was no clause that stated, occasional contact is acceptable. NO. NO IT'S NOT.
And WTF is up with this whole wedding speel!?!?! The event that killed our friendship was that she and dull-crayon boyfriend had just parted ways forever, as in NO OCCASIONAL CONTACT (like another familiar broken friendship) and she had called me DEMANDING me to go hang out with her irregardless of what plans i had. so she hung up on me. the first crack in the foundation. then she gave me this nightmarishly accusing apology on my voicemail and the foundation broke. That was it. string was cut. So, basically how did, in less than a year... maybe less than six months... she goes from not even speaking to dull-crayon boyfriend, and is now getting married in three weeks!?!?!?! again with reasons why i ought not talk to her.
-today i hung out with oldest friend, history friend, and history friend's boyfriend... ... ... i cant think of a good name for him... oh, i know... Fetus Fajitas. It was so much fun. i forgot how fun friends can be. i love being in my own bubble with them. it's so fun.
Oldest Friend and i went on a few errands before going to Old Chicago and talking about our latest trials and tribulations (aka boys and work). Then we hitched over to history friend's (mother's) apartment, played a few games, ran out to rent movies we eventually watched at midnight, and had a hard time finding an ice cream place due to History Friend's horrible navigation skills. We then decided to go bowling because, bowling is fun times indeed. This is how i got Fetus Fajitas' name. It was what he put down for his name. Poor history friend though, has awful wrists, so she's not an amazing bowler, and it really got to her the last half of the time (i would say game, but it was more like the last half of game two and all of game three). I know i wasn't helping... i AMAZINGLY bowled seven strikes in three games, which never happens ever. like, i'm lucky if i even get one strike per game. but the first game, i got three strikes, the second game i got three strikes, and by the third game, i only got one. I was having a great bowling night... i even beat Oldest Friend twice (and believe me when i say, beating Oldest Friend at ANYTHING is worth celebrating. she's one of those people who ALWAYS wins.)
Anyway, as we were leaving, Oldest Friend decided to play the stuffed animal machine... you know, the one where the claw is retardedly loose, and grasps wayyy too late? yeah, not only did she get an animal, but she ended up winning three, and Fetus Fajitas won History Friend two small ones. It was crazy. I didn't get any though. Im ok with it, there weren't a lot of cute ones... but i'm jealous of Oldest Friend because she won a stuffed Remy from Ratatouille, and he's only amazingly adorable and fluffy.
So, then we hitched home watched Devil Wears Prada while trying not to fall asleep, and then Oldest Friend and I went home.
Every time i entered her car (which was everytime we went somewhere) i was forced to listen to My Chemical Romance. Not that i have a problem with My Chemical Romance at all, which i really dont, but too much My Chemical Romance, for a non-My Chemical Romance listener is TOO TOO MUCH. I'm nooot OOOOK... i'm not okayyyayyyayyyaaaaaayy... you wear me ouuuuuuuut! and scene.
-Alias Best Friend just left me a comment on Facebook. This is exciting for several reasons. The most important one, for me, is that... with all of my friends, i'm the one who has to contact my friends in order to keep our friendship alive and well... and i've had it. i've decided that if our friendships are going to survive, my part is over, now it's their turn to contact me if they want to do something with me, because i'm not doing it anymore unless i'm secure with our friendship (like History Friend, Oldest Friend, Old Best Friend, AIM Friend and i would even go so far as to put Merry Friend in this category too). The worst offender of this is my supposed best friend Alias Best Friend who is even worse than i am about communicating with people. She hates the phone more than i do, and is worse about calling people back. She doesn't have the internet when she comes home from break, so i cant even get ahold of her that way unless it's summer... and even then, who knows if she checks the internet everyday. So, i've decided that I'm tied when it comes to her. I can't extend my hand and not hit glass with her. So she has to talk to me if we're going to keep our friendship, and i've also been doing it to kind of test her, to see how she stands with me. I don't think we're best friends anymore, but she said in her comment that i was her "near and dear friend" which means she still cares about our friendship and very deeply. So, lets just cross our fingers and hope that something works out.
PICTURE TO MAKE THIS ENTRY COOLER:
PEOPLE WE MET FOR THE FIRST TIME:
Fetus Fajitas: He is History Friend's Boyfriend. Has been for roughly a year and a half. Is named Fetus Fajitas because, thats what he put as his name when we went bowling, and it made me laugh, and i said it as much as i possibly could that day. Fetus Fajitas. hahaa. Anyway, they met in Chicago... they go to different colleges though, but they met, and haven't really been separated since. Almost literally. They are sex fiends, and i only know this because History Friend is very graphic and not very private. They practically can't keep their hands off of each other, which is both gross, and refreshing to see since they've been dating for a year and a half.
Things... My Friends... have... done? ...no.
List of... Recent Events Involving My Friends? That'll do.
List of Recent Events Involving My Friends:
-Ex-Best Friend has called my house twice last week. First time it was to track down where i worked. (cringe stalker alert). The second time, i was home, and she told my mom that she was getting married in THREE WEEKS, and she wanted to talk to me/hang out before the wedding, but she wasn't optimistic that i'd call her back. She was right. If i called her back, for ANY REASON, i would be rewarding the bad dog. you do not reward a bad dog. the bad dog then thinks the bad behavior is acceptable. the bad behavior is not acceptable, therefore you do not reward a bad dog for bad behavior. Thus is true in this scenario. i told her, we were done. kaput. finished. there was no clause that stated, occasional contact is acceptable. NO. NO IT'S NOT.
And WTF is up with this whole wedding speel!?!?! The event that killed our friendship was that she and dull-crayon boyfriend had just parted ways forever, as in NO OCCASIONAL CONTACT (like another familiar broken friendship) and she had called me DEMANDING me to go hang out with her irregardless of what plans i had. so she hung up on me. the first crack in the foundation. then she gave me this nightmarishly accusing apology on my voicemail and the foundation broke. That was it. string was cut. So, basically how did, in less than a year... maybe less than six months... she goes from not even speaking to dull-crayon boyfriend, and is now getting married in three weeks!?!?!?! again with reasons why i ought not talk to her.
-today i hung out with oldest friend, history friend, and history friend's boyfriend... ... ... i cant think of a good name for him... oh, i know... Fetus Fajitas. It was so much fun. i forgot how fun friends can be. i love being in my own bubble with them. it's so fun.
Oldest Friend and i went on a few errands before going to Old Chicago and talking about our latest trials and tribulations (aka boys and work). Then we hitched over to history friend's (mother's) apartment, played a few games, ran out to rent movies we eventually watched at midnight, and had a hard time finding an ice cream place due to History Friend's horrible navigation skills. We then decided to go bowling because, bowling is fun times indeed. This is how i got Fetus Fajitas' name. It was what he put down for his name. Poor history friend though, has awful wrists, so she's not an amazing bowler, and it really got to her the last half of the time (i would say game, but it was more like the last half of game two and all of game three). I know i wasn't helping... i AMAZINGLY bowled seven strikes in three games, which never happens ever. like, i'm lucky if i even get one strike per game. but the first game, i got three strikes, the second game i got three strikes, and by the third game, i only got one. I was having a great bowling night... i even beat Oldest Friend twice (and believe me when i say, beating Oldest Friend at ANYTHING is worth celebrating. she's one of those people who ALWAYS wins.)
Anyway, as we were leaving, Oldest Friend decided to play the stuffed animal machine... you know, the one where the claw is retardedly loose, and grasps wayyy too late? yeah, not only did she get an animal, but she ended up winning three, and Fetus Fajitas won History Friend two small ones. It was crazy. I didn't get any though. Im ok with it, there weren't a lot of cute ones... but i'm jealous of Oldest Friend because she won a stuffed Remy from Ratatouille, and he's only amazingly adorable and fluffy.
So, then we hitched home watched Devil Wears Prada while trying not to fall asleep, and then Oldest Friend and I went home.
Every time i entered her car (which was everytime we went somewhere) i was forced to listen to My Chemical Romance. Not that i have a problem with My Chemical Romance at all, which i really dont, but too much My Chemical Romance, for a non-My Chemical Romance listener is TOO TOO MUCH. I'm nooot OOOOK... i'm not okayyyayyyayyyaaaaaayy... you wear me ouuuuuuuut! and scene.
-Alias Best Friend just left me a comment on Facebook. This is exciting for several reasons. The most important one, for me, is that... with all of my friends, i'm the one who has to contact my friends in order to keep our friendship alive and well... and i've had it. i've decided that if our friendships are going to survive, my part is over, now it's their turn to contact me if they want to do something with me, because i'm not doing it anymore unless i'm secure with our friendship (like History Friend, Oldest Friend, Old Best Friend, AIM Friend and i would even go so far as to put Merry Friend in this category too). The worst offender of this is my supposed best friend Alias Best Friend who is even worse than i am about communicating with people. She hates the phone more than i do, and is worse about calling people back. She doesn't have the internet when she comes home from break, so i cant even get ahold of her that way unless it's summer... and even then, who knows if she checks the internet everyday. So, i've decided that I'm tied when it comes to her. I can't extend my hand and not hit glass with her. So she has to talk to me if we're going to keep our friendship, and i've also been doing it to kind of test her, to see how she stands with me. I don't think we're best friends anymore, but she said in her comment that i was her "near and dear friend" which means she still cares about our friendship and very deeply. So, lets just cross our fingers and hope that something works out.
PICTURE TO MAKE THIS ENTRY COOLER:
PEOPLE WE MET FOR THE FIRST TIME:
Fetus Fajitas: He is History Friend's Boyfriend. Has been for roughly a year and a half. Is named Fetus Fajitas because, thats what he put as his name when we went bowling, and it made me laugh, and i said it as much as i possibly could that day. Fetus Fajitas. hahaa. Anyway, they met in Chicago... they go to different colleges though, but they met, and haven't really been separated since. Almost literally. They are sex fiends, and i only know this because History Friend is very graphic and not very private. They practically can't keep their hands off of each other, which is both gross, and refreshing to see since they've been dating for a year and a half.