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so it would seem i don't post much. i just never have anything to say. thanksgiving was good. ate a lot, hung out with my family, and even saw kim and danny. so that rocked. and yesterday, me and kim took a day trip to corpus. went to the mall, hung out, just a get out of victoria day. i bought a pair of pants. they're really cute. and green:) lol i'm so obsessed. and when i got home, i went to the show. felt i had to, as it was my brother's last. danny and jaime were there, and so that was cool i guess. then they left to go to schroeder, invited me along, and i declined. now you'd think i'd go because it was the only time i'd seen danny that day and i prolly wont get to see him today, and maybe not tomorrow. i dunno. but stephen's band hadn't played yet, and i wasn't about to leave without seeing them. so i didn't go. called danny on my way home, and he asked if i wanted to come over and hang out with him later. and i told him it depends what time he went home, and then he said he'd be drinking when he got home. and for some reason, that really bothered me. so i was like never mind, i'll just talk to you tomorrow. and i had told him earlier i prolly wouldn't see him today because i was hanging out with ciara and he has to work. and it didn't seem to bother him at all. normally he'd be freaking out if he didn't get to see me, but not anymore. i just feel like we're growing apart somehow. i really feel the need to talk to him, but i don't want to bother him. and after the whole drinking thing last night, i just broke down. i managed to keep it under control while we said good-bye, so i dont think he noticed, but after i got off the phone, the floodgates just opened. so i called one of the only people who can make me feel better no matter what. damian. and i talked to him for a good 45 minutes, and he made me feel a bit better. and i knew i had to go to sleep at that point or i'd call danny back and say something stupid, as i was over rationalizing things. and i've decided i'm not going to call danny. he's gotta call me. because i always have to call him. and i'm tired of it. if he wants to talk to me, he can call me. not that i don't want to talk to him, i do. in fact, i'm freaking out about last night. i'm crazily scared that he got super drunk and did something bad. but thats just my trust issues coming in. i have severe trust issues. gah. i'm so lame. but i have to end this now, as my dad is here, and we're going out to eat lunch. until next time, dear readers.....