"It's all an amazing twist of the knife...."
I'm sorry I haven't written in a few days. I haven't really had the ambition to. Nothing really to write about. I guess.
I love how everyone is so superstitious over Friday the 13th, mostly because it always ends up being such a great day for me.
We all came in to school hyper yesterday morning, because I got a reply back from Brendan, the promoter of Against Me! I e-mailed the band two nights ago asking about tickets to their concert that is going to be in Sault St. Marie in Ontario on May 29th. I got an e-mail back from Jordan telling me it would be best to e-mail Brendan for those answers. The tickets are $8 and he reminded us to bring identification for the border. Then he gave us directions to the club where they'll be playing and gave us information for the hotel that is right next to it. And he even proceeded to give us his cell phone number just in case we "got into a jam and needed some help getting there". How awesome is that? We're so excited. Two weeks, one day! And it'll be four days after my brithday, so I'm making it a birthday present to myself. It should be kick ass.
Yesterday at school was just a good day in general. After school I hung out with Kyle, Dan and Jordan until about 8:00 when we walked down to Roast & Toast to meet up with Andrew when he got off work. We stayed until after closing and helped Megan put up chairs. Dan and I sat outside for a bit after that. I just blabbed on and on about things. How I haven't talked to Silas since the beginning of this week, and how I'm not going to be talking to him until he apologizes. How I noticed that all of my friends at school are guys, aside from Megan, Christina, Amber and Jourdan (but Megan and Christina outside of school), and how I'm more comfortable hanging out with everyone in my group of friends than I am with anyone else. Like in Cantantes or NHS. All the girls in there are so pretty and act like they're so above me. Because I'm different. And yes, I know I'm different. Fuck that, I like who I am. I like my clothing style. I like my Anti-Flag, My Chemical Romance, AFI, Against Me! and such music. I like my ripped jeans and safety pins galore. I like hating Bush because he's a stupid ass. I like my friends because they're unique, individual and don't give a fuck what people think about them. And I like when I'm with them because I feel so fucking carefree. I LIKE THAT. So I don't have a problem with it. I just have a problem with people who think they're better than me because I don't wear American Eagle or Abercrombie and Fitch clothing and don't carry different designer hand bags to match my outfit everyday. Well, screw you, I happen to like my yellow Salvation army bag that Melissa and I wrote all of our favorite bands on in black permenant marker and stuck safety pins and Bad Religion and Misfits pins on. What the fuck ever. That's me. Accept it.
When Andrew got out of work we decided to go over to the Grain Train to meet up with Christina when she got off work and Megan, when she got there. Andrew and Kyle walked. Dan and I drove over in my car. I swear, Kyle took every chance he got to get away from me. Whenever someone went some other way or such, Kyle would go too. Wouldn't really look at me much. Wouldn't really talk to me much. Used every opportunity to get as far away from me as possible. Like today in choir. We were all sitting in the back row to watch the movie. And what does Kyle do? Goes over and sits next to Hannah with Jourdan and Pyles. I looked at Megan, hit my fist to my chest and said, "Ouch. That really hurts. Twists pretty damn fucking deep." She said she's going to kick his ass. Whatever. If he hates me, then he hates me. If he wants to ignore me, he wants to ignore me. I can't do anything about it. I messed things up and I know it. I just need to get used to the fact. But it still hurt like hell. I think he likes Hannah. Of course he does. Pretty, thin, popular. Everything I'm not. Makes me think of the song that my title pertains to, by Kris Demeanor, called Wasted Love. "It's all an amazing twist of the knife..." Love? A twist of the knife? No, not love! My sarcasm shines brightly this moment.
I'm thinking it might just be best for me to distance myself. Because he's trying so hard to do it himself, and I always seem to be around. We just so happen to have all the same friends. I don't know. I hate high school. I hate the teen drama. I'm so sick of it. I just want to get past it all already....
We went over to Christina's after they all got off work. Dyed Dan's hair navy blue. It looks awesome. Re-dyed Andrew's mohawk. It's not so green anymore, but more like teal. It's cool. Also re-dyed Christina's hair. It's all faded orange, but we re-dyed it the Run Lola Run red color she had at first.
Then we watched Lost Boys. Cool movie. Then put on Bram Stoker's Dracula with Bela Lugosi. All fell asleep in the basement. Around 2:00. It was a funny site though. Andrew, Megan and I curled up on the couch, Christina in the chair, and Dan leaning against the chair. Funny stuff. The alarm went off at 9:00 this morning because Andrew had to go to work. Christina had gone to sleep in her bed by that point. We hit the alarm to shut it off. Andrew fell back asleep. I looked around, dazed. Megan said there was room on the pull out couch next to Dan, so I grabbed the pillow, made him move his ass over and I stretched out and fell immediately back to sleep. The alarm kept going off every ten minutes. Finally we had to drag Andrew out of bed.
We all took him to work at Roast & Toast. Got coffee. Hung out and talked for awhile. Kendal came in, so we talked to him as well for a bit. Such a funny guy.
Then I left. Came home. Currently sitting here writing this entry. I have to go take a shower. And then at 2:00 I'm going back to Roast & Toast and giving Andrew and the rest of the band back to his house. Then later everyone's coming over tonight to watch movies and we're going to crash at my house tonight. Last week we crashed at Megan's, last night at Christina's, tonight at my house. Bransons's said we all looked like puppies when we were fast asleep in their living room, sprawled everywhere. It's hilarious.
I'm going back to sleep.
.: Julie :.