Gohoglenoshkins.
Adicts tonight.
Let's see...
Sunday, bad night. Oh my goodness.
Becky and I went to the mall. I needed to buy some stuff for Halloween and I needed it by Friday (see below). I got my stockings. Then, I bought becky and I some panties and a really obnoxious sweater that apparently looks like Christmas or Nightmare on Elm Street, we have yet to decide. Ron was at work so we stopped by to say hello. Saturday night, he promised to eat dinner with me and then hang out. Unfortunaly, he forgot and made plans to bomb hills with Chuck. I got pissed. He never makes time for me anymore. The last three times we've hung out, we've been with Chuck or something stupid like that. So, we got in a fight and I left (I still said I loved him and gave him a very angry kiss, I couldn't leave without doing that). I drove Becky to Max's and we sat around for a while. Ron called me and asked if I wanted to go bowling with some of his work mates. I went, but I made Becky and Max go to, because I was still pissed. It was fun for the most part, until I decided I needed to go for a walk. I was really sick that night. Ron came running up behind me right as I went to play with my plug, and I punched him in the jaw. "Fuck" and ran to the bathroom. I suddenly became very bipolar again, and ran for dear life. I ended up getting lost somewhere on Yosemite, Becky finally found me. Ron and I didn't talk the entire way home. When we got back to his house, I got out of his car and he just slammed his face on the steering wheel and wouldn't move. So, I crawled back in and asked if he'd talk to me. I told him I just wouldn't come around anymoer, got out the car and cried uncontrollably loud in his yard. He finally came out and carried me to his garage. He told me, "I'm not going to let you leave like that. You know that, I couldn't just let you go like that." And I started to cry again. Terrible night. I took Becky and Max home and drove home. I told my mom I was sick and went to bed.
Next morning, my dad and I went at it. He called me a stupid bitch and I cried some more. Went to lunch with Ron all headachy and depressed. Went to work, quick night. Hung out with Bird and some kids I didn't know who were very wasted.
The end.
Oh, November 8th: Remebering Never, Full Blown Chaos, Fight Like Hell, and the motha fuckin' WARRIORS