the truth is all that i am is a passing event that will be forgotten.
so since ALL of my music and photos and important word documents are gone forever thanks to some ghey ass computer hijacker.. i cried alot last night. first time i cried in a long time. ew. and it wasn't even because of a friend or a dumb boy.
i really miss having a support group of friends who are ALWAYS there and always willing to hang out. the best part about being friends with katie kina and sam was that we all did the same things.. so always had time for eachother. now my two best friends.. one of them lives far away and shes never allowed to do anything, and the other has alot going on and is generally a busy person. also, the whole parental rule thing. me and sam basically had the same rules. her parents just a bit more lenient. we were allowed to do most of the same things. so it was easier. meh im not going to get into anymore detail because im already senorita sad pants. but i will just say, i really really miss having a sleepover every weekend and doing something fun every week after photo club (instead of riding the late bus with card club then sitting at my computer). now the only sleepoevers i attend are those with the barn kids (i love them all to DEATH but its not the same, they're more like a family to me), though i did have one a few weeks ago with spence. and i dont know. i just feel like i need something more consistant. but thats stupid.
gary's coming home this weekend. we're hanging out sunday. should be fun.
anyway. i love my new schedule. i have spanish 2 (easy) bio tech (fun) american studies (a new class. that is far too easy. but i can accept.)and pottery (yay pottery!). i wish i could be in a class with francis. maybe next year.
work is pissing me off.
however. disregaurd everything i just wrote for the most part. i just remembered that I get like this every few months. I get antsy and feel like i need to change the way im living. but look at me. im perfectly fine actually. an hour ago i wrote all the other stuff. but coming back to the computer now after giving my brother a hair cut and eating a bowl of special K, im all better. haha. i hate myself for being such the stereotypical teen girl.
well im spent. sorry bout all that. haha.
and it will be more like a song and less like its math
if you pull on hair and bite me like that.
<3amanda.