what happens when you become a myspace whore?...you lose touch with the ones you love.
Ok, I just wrote a hour worth of material for this, but then my fuckin browse got fucked up, so I need to start all over again. I miss live journal alot. We used to biffs. WTF happen? O well, I and live journal are back on good terms.
Lemme basically just sum this shit up nice and sweetly: I think I'm ready for everyone to go back to college. Yes, I said it. This of course is not in a harsh; I hate the fact that everyone is away (in most of the cases). I had tons of fun already with my friends, and I'm pretty content with them returning to there colleges far away from me, which has its advantages and (more importantly) disadvantages. This break gave me alot to think about. I wasn't surprised by the people who I saw, hung out with, and/or got completely shitfaced with. I knew deep down that I would always keep in contact with these people, and I'm so happy they continue to be a big part of my life.
However, this vacation also gave me the eyes to realize that there were other people in my life who I thought were my close friends were basically bullshitting me the whole time. During high school, I made excuses for the way these people would just blow me off and shit. But now that I'm in college, I learned that it's important for me, as an honest individual to myself, to make a clear break between good and bad. I know that my friends (who definitely know who they are and don't need me to list them individually again) love me and still care about me. I know there are the people who I thought were my friends who couldn't give a flying fuck about me, and wouldn't flinch if they saw my rotting carcass in a fuckin ditch on a street. To quote a stupid fuckin song (who I don't even know sings it, and frankly I don't care about looking up on allmusic.com to find out who this dipshit is. If you wanna lemme know, just comment or something. -BH) "life is a highway." I'll take that metaphor to another level: on this highway, your friends appreciate every exit and every inch of the road; others just think of you as another green fuckin road sign that they don't pay more than seconds worth of attention to. I had one of those "not paid any attention to" nights, which I'll decline getting into for the time being. I don't really think I have much more to say about this.
P.S. (this one actually goes out to my true friends who will only be identified by the initials KMac, FTD, and JLo) If you were wondering what happened tonite, I decided I wasn't gonna be rude to my parents tonite. So be mad at me all that you want, but don't expect to spend another new years at my house if you are gonna hold this petty bullshit against me.
Lemme basically just sum this shit up nice and sweetly: I think I'm ready for everyone to go back to college. Yes, I said it. This of course is not in a harsh; I hate the fact that everyone is away (in most of the cases). I had tons of fun already with my friends, and I'm pretty content with them returning to there colleges far away from me, which has its advantages and (more importantly) disadvantages. This break gave me alot to think about. I wasn't surprised by the people who I saw, hung out with, and/or got completely shitfaced with. I knew deep down that I would always keep in contact with these people, and I'm so happy they continue to be a big part of my life.
However, this vacation also gave me the eyes to realize that there were other people in my life who I thought were my close friends were basically bullshitting me the whole time. During high school, I made excuses for the way these people would just blow me off and shit. But now that I'm in college, I learned that it's important for me, as an honest individual to myself, to make a clear break between good and bad. I know that my friends (who definitely know who they are and don't need me to list them individually again) love me and still care about me. I know there are the people who I thought were my friends who couldn't give a flying fuck about me, and wouldn't flinch if they saw my rotting carcass in a fuckin ditch on a street. To quote a stupid fuckin song (who I don't even know sings it, and frankly I don't care about looking up on allmusic.com to find out who this dipshit is. If you wanna lemme know, just comment or something. -BH) "life is a highway." I'll take that metaphor to another level: on this highway, your friends appreciate every exit and every inch of the road; others just think of you as another green fuckin road sign that they don't pay more than seconds worth of attention to. I had one of those "not paid any attention to" nights, which I'll decline getting into for the time being. I don't really think I have much more to say about this.
P.S. (this one actually goes out to my true friends who will only be identified by the initials KMac, FTD, and JLo) If you were wondering what happened tonite, I decided I wasn't gonna be rude to my parents tonite. So be mad at me all that you want, but don't expect to spend another new years at my house if you are gonna hold this petty bullshit against me.