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Going to New Hampshire tomorrow! Wahoo! Only one more sleep until I get to see Chris. I am tres excited! I would be more excited except I just ate like half a tub of cool whip and burping it up isn't pleasant. Ok, it's mildly pleasant. Like eating more coolwhip, except not.
Kind of feeling a little loserish again because uh, I have nobody in the area my own age to hang out with. Every girl needs a good girlfriend, even those "I can't be friends with girls" girls, (who are lying in a dumb attempt to look like a "guy's girl"). Ugh, don't even get me started on that. I do have Tricia, of course, but she's quite busy and important. I do love her though.
It's just kind of frustrating that everybody is having these get togethers that for some reason or another I can't go to. And admittedly, sometimes I choose not to go to. Or, am not invited to. But let's not open up that can of worms. It's just very interesting discovering whom, of all the dozens of people I hung out with the past four, are actually friends. It kind of makes me feel like I did after high school. It was nice while I was there but ready to move on.
Maybe this is just my meager attempt to not have my feelings hurt. That's right, all this whining is a defense mechanism. I admit, I feel a bit snubbed by some of the girls. Maybe people just falsely assume that I'm one of those types who doesn't actually care about her girlfriends, just her boyfriend. That would be incorrect. As history has demonstrated, only a boyfriend has the ability to break one's heart the way only a guy can do. I wouldn't say that one type of relationship is more valuable than other, but both hold a special, unique place in my heart.
I don't have friends from high school. And I'm OK with that. But I really love some of those girls. And they know who they are. I really don't know how I'm going to do it this next year without them by my side. I miss them.
I think about those wild nights, the parties, the nights we couldn't find a party and just sat around and complained, the weird drink concoctions, late nights, early mornings, apple picking, dinnertime... I hope you girls know how much I love you and miss you.
I think I'm suffering from some sort of traumatic brain injury. Why am I being so dumb and emotional? Do you think I can blame this on the fact that I was attacked by that dumb umbrella at the pool not once, but twice?
Kind of feeling a little loserish again because uh, I have nobody in the area my own age to hang out with. Every girl needs a good girlfriend, even those "I can't be friends with girls" girls, (who are lying in a dumb attempt to look like a "guy's girl"). Ugh, don't even get me started on that. I do have Tricia, of course, but she's quite busy and important. I do love her though.
It's just kind of frustrating that everybody is having these get togethers that for some reason or another I can't go to. And admittedly, sometimes I choose not to go to. Or, am not invited to. But let's not open up that can of worms. It's just very interesting discovering whom, of all the dozens of people I hung out with the past four, are actually friends. It kind of makes me feel like I did after high school. It was nice while I was there but ready to move on.
Maybe this is just my meager attempt to not have my feelings hurt. That's right, all this whining is a defense mechanism. I admit, I feel a bit snubbed by some of the girls. Maybe people just falsely assume that I'm one of those types who doesn't actually care about her girlfriends, just her boyfriend. That would be incorrect. As history has demonstrated, only a boyfriend has the ability to break one's heart the way only a guy can do. I wouldn't say that one type of relationship is more valuable than other, but both hold a special, unique place in my heart.
I don't have friends from high school. And I'm OK with that. But I really love some of those girls. And they know who they are. I really don't know how I'm going to do it this next year without them by my side. I miss them.
I think about those wild nights, the parties, the nights we couldn't find a party and just sat around and complained, the weird drink concoctions, late nights, early mornings, apple picking, dinnertime... I hope you girls know how much I love you and miss you.
I think I'm suffering from some sort of traumatic brain injury. Why am I being so dumb and emotional? Do you think I can blame this on the fact that I was attacked by that dumb umbrella at the pool not once, but twice?