some days are diamonds
so yeah, it's pretty much dumb how one person has the ability to either ruin your day, or make it wonderful. i wish that i could just say "okay well - if he wants to be an asshole, don't even let it bother you, madison." but i can't. so i guess i'm just trying not to think about it too terribly much; and just look foward to the random days when he does choose to acknowledge my existance and act like i might mean just a little something to him. the question of the matter isss "how long will i have the patience for that bullshit?" you know - i really don't know. i guess i'll just have to wait and find out - i guess maybe when i feel like i've been dissed enough to teach me to not put up with that shit to begin with. i do not know.
this past thursday was offically the last day that i am working at michaels on a weekday. basically because madison's grades suck and because she works all the time (apparently). so it's just satudays and sundays for me - i think i can handle it.
i feel like i did everything this weekend, good times, shitty feelings, FUN, FUN, FUNNN. not to mention my parents were out of town. so it was real nice. lets just say - by the time betsy and i graduate from high school, i swear that couch will have been violated by the both of us several times. haa haa. okay well i think thats all. except for
i want to feel like this all the time (!) although this makes me a nerd - apparently. but that is A - OKAY.