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I really don't even know what I want to say in here. I don't want to censor myself because some people might read this. It seems that the last couple of time I've written in here, I've gotten in trouble for it. So I say fuck it.
I've been hanging out with alot of people recently. That's cool. It would be even cooler if Ryan was one of them. But he seems to not give a shit about me at the moment. I told him happy birthday yesterday and tried to get him to hang out with me for even a few minutes but he told me he was busy hanging out with everyone else (including Jenn) and gave off the vibe that he just didn't want to. I just wanted to see him for at least a couple of minutes on his birthday. Was that too much to ask? He said he would call me and I really didn't think he would but he did eventually call around 10:45. By that time, I was already on my way to Danielle's to go to Elemental P. That was a good time I guess.
Friday was really weird. First I got woken up by some Australian guy calling from Paul's cell phone to say that he had found it in Keystone. That was interesting. Then we all went to Tayler's that night for her "Hey, we're out of school for now" party. That's where it got really weird. There was a lot of making out. Guys and guys, girls and guys, lots of random dry humping, all in all it was just weird. I just sat back and enjoyed the show. It was fucking hilarious. As some of you know, every time Ryan Busch and I drink together, we end up making out. That didn't happen but Ryan sure was trying to make it happen. He was really drunk. I was sitting at the table with Squirrel and Ryan comes up and sits on the other side. He says, "You know what I remember most about you? You're a damn good kisser. Seriously, the best." To make it even worse, Squirrel says, "Yeah, best I've ever had." I was just thinking, "Oh, no, please no." And I couldn't even get up and leave because I was trapped between the two of them, the wall, and that table. It wasn't cool.
Anyway...I really should take a shower. And get ready to go to Josie's Christmas party. If I don't see any of you, I hope you have a great Christmas and New Year's.
I've been hanging out with alot of people recently. That's cool. It would be even cooler if Ryan was one of them. But he seems to not give a shit about me at the moment. I told him happy birthday yesterday and tried to get him to hang out with me for even a few minutes but he told me he was busy hanging out with everyone else (including Jenn) and gave off the vibe that he just didn't want to. I just wanted to see him for at least a couple of minutes on his birthday. Was that too much to ask? He said he would call me and I really didn't think he would but he did eventually call around 10:45. By that time, I was already on my way to Danielle's to go to Elemental P. That was a good time I guess.
Friday was really weird. First I got woken up by some Australian guy calling from Paul's cell phone to say that he had found it in Keystone. That was interesting. Then we all went to Tayler's that night for her "Hey, we're out of school for now" party. That's where it got really weird. There was a lot of making out. Guys and guys, girls and guys, lots of random dry humping, all in all it was just weird. I just sat back and enjoyed the show. It was fucking hilarious. As some of you know, every time Ryan Busch and I drink together, we end up making out. That didn't happen but Ryan sure was trying to make it happen. He was really drunk. I was sitting at the table with Squirrel and Ryan comes up and sits on the other side. He says, "You know what I remember most about you? You're a damn good kisser. Seriously, the best." To make it even worse, Squirrel says, "Yeah, best I've ever had." I was just thinking, "Oh, no, please no." And I couldn't even get up and leave because I was trapped between the two of them, the wall, and that table. It wasn't cool.
Anyway...I really should take a shower. And get ready to go to Josie's Christmas party. If I don't see any of you, I hope you have a great Christmas and New Year's.