Bored.
I'm really bored.
I hate being at home.
I wish my BF was here.
Or my BestF.
Either acronym would do right about now.
I love B's and F's.
I cleaned my whole room out yesterday and re-arraned my furniture. My computer no longer sits on my floor. The drawers are fixed on my dresser so now the clothes on my floor have a home. 5 full garbage bags later my room was finished. Today I listened to my old CD's from grade 8 and cleaned out my closet. My shoes no longer sit piled on my floor. I found alot of really old stuff in there. Some dating back to the "friends" I had in grade 8. Who all throughout highschool were never my friend again. Not that I care so much, because they're lame people that I wouldn't associate myself with now even if we did talk. But it's just weird how I changed so drastically thoughtout highschool, and those people are still the same, with the same circles of friends, doing the same things on weekends and so on. Never really expanding their lives outside of Grimsby.
It's sad, Grimsby is terrible. I am so glad that I made friends in other places. I love getting out of this town and having fun doing things that involve other activities than sitting around in a gazebo, or getting drunk along the bruce trail. Because thats actually all the kids do here. 3 garbage bags later, my closet is clean.
Total of cleaning my whole room: 8 full garbage bags, and millions of memories that involve people that I never speak to, people that I hate, people that I miss, and people that are still a part of my life and mean more to me then ever.
I hate being at home.
I wish my BF was here.
Or my BestF.
Either acronym would do right about now.
I love B's and F's.
I cleaned my whole room out yesterday and re-arraned my furniture. My computer no longer sits on my floor. The drawers are fixed on my dresser so now the clothes on my floor have a home. 5 full garbage bags later my room was finished. Today I listened to my old CD's from grade 8 and cleaned out my closet. My shoes no longer sit piled on my floor. I found alot of really old stuff in there. Some dating back to the "friends" I had in grade 8. Who all throughout highschool were never my friend again. Not that I care so much, because they're lame people that I wouldn't associate myself with now even if we did talk. But it's just weird how I changed so drastically thoughtout highschool, and those people are still the same, with the same circles of friends, doing the same things on weekends and so on. Never really expanding their lives outside of Grimsby.
It's sad, Grimsby is terrible. I am so glad that I made friends in other places. I love getting out of this town and having fun doing things that involve other activities than sitting around in a gazebo, or getting drunk along the bruce trail. Because thats actually all the kids do here. 3 garbage bags later, my closet is clean.
Total of cleaning my whole room: 8 full garbage bags, and millions of memories that involve people that I never speak to, people that I hate, people that I miss, and people that are still a part of my life and mean more to me then ever.