do you have any verucas?
well i hate to be the bitch that left livejournal for awhile then came back and posted an entry meaningless to everyone else, but im going to be that bitch now. fortunately, ill put it under a cut so not everyone has to read it.
so...tomorrow mike is getting surgery. people die from surgery. im really scared. and i mean i havent even seen him a lot this summer, and he's leaving for kennedy and this is just a mess. its like we keep telling eachother we'll keep in touch and see eachother on the weekends, but it doesnt even matter because it wont be the same.
ive officially gone boy-crazy, and to some of you it might be weird because i apparently am boy-crazy 24/7, but it's like somethings snapped inside me and i cant control it. the whole ryan thing, pfftt i cant even talk to him anymore because i go crazy just listening to him. so i blocked his number from my phone and his screen name from my buddy list. oh yeah, that's some love right there. and then, well, since no one knows who im talking about, it doesnt even matter...
this summer, some of my closest friends have been acting like total strangers. i havent seen emily all summer, and im kind of afraid for school because sarah is coming...like im already all prepared to be replaced, how sad is that? and caitlin, man, i havent seen her either...but that part is my fault, because i couldve been more together with her but i wasnt.
this past weekend, i learned how awful i can be. when we were in rhode island, i snapped at everyone all the time just because things werent going my way. on the beach, i insulted [secretly, of course] who i thought was better than me in some way/shape/form. and when i got back, i tried to brag to the people i thought had more fun than me. way to go, me.
so now that everything is out, i feel better. but no less boy-crazy. so im going to go talk to ryan.