Hmmm...
Hey everyone! How's it going? I haven't posted in a while. I guess I just didn't have anything to talk about. And I still don't =\
Hmm...what to say...
I hate how my parents have very little trust in me. If I say I am going somewhere with someone and that I will be home at a certain time, then yes, I AM going to the place I say WITH the person I say and I WILL be home when I say. Sheesh. Have I ever done anything wrong before? What makes them think I am going to do something wrong now? It must be because I am 18. Those no good 18-yr-olds. Yes, that's right. All I do is buy cigarettes and have sex.
But overall, things are going pretty well. I am still really confused about things in life, but taking psychology has helped a lot with that. I wish so much I had taken Psych II or AP Psych. That would have rocked.
Oh yeah, and I had my birthday since my last entry. I got a new cell phone, some money, and a cd from my brother. =) Ya'll should ask me for my new cell number. It's a neat-o phone. With polyphonic ringtones! That's what I have always dreamed of having... Sad, I know =\
Yeah, things are pretty good. I got a raise at work. I am now up to $8 an hour. School isn't hard. Very little homework rocks. And I play Mario Bros. in CAD on my comp because I usually finish my drawings ahead of the class, so I amuse myself that way. Spike is jealous =) And psych rocks. I learn so much. And it really helps to know why I am the way I am. That has always baffled me. But now I am starting to understand.
And I guess for Erin's Humanities class (which is kinda everyone's Humanities class, since pretty much everyone I know is taking it...), they had to do something concerning art and analyzing it and Erin chose my art to analyze. I felt so honored. I was like, "You consider me an artist?!" It felt good. That's probably the only time anyone will take my art as serious art, but oh well. At least it meant something to one person, and that's all I ask for. =)
Anyway, that's pretty much all I have to say for now. Except my left leg really hurts. I think it has something to do with the huge bruise I got on my leg that covered almost my whole thigh. It just recently healed, but now there's a strange bump inside it that I think has something to do with the blood not being reabsorbed properly... I don't know. I am no doctor. All I know is it throbs constantly.
Well, on that note, I think I shall depart. You all have a nice evening.
Edit: Whenever I say that things are going pretty well, you can pretty much be guaranteed that they aren't going to stay that way for long. Tonight was my proof of that. I called Aaron and went to his house at around 8. They (Brandon and Aaron) were planning on going to see The Forgotten. I guess Aaron wanted me to go with, or at least that's his claim, but Brandon didn't because Brandon hates me. I mean, he really hates me. And the truth is, I wouldn't give a flying fuck whether he hated me or not except that when I want to hang out with Aaron, he's always around and he's always saying really mean things to me. So as we were going out to Brandon's car to go to the movie, I asked whether it was likely that we were going to be home at midnight or not otherwise I probably shouldn't go. And Brandon quickly responds, "Oh that's too bad" in his mean Brandon way and slams his car door. That wasn't the worst thing he has ever said to me, but it was the thing that just finally set me off. Usually I can deal with any shit he dishes out, but that was too much. So I said something to the effect of, "Fine, I am obviously not wanted. I guess I'll just leave then since you all hate me so much." And you know what Aaron says? "Ok, well, I guess I'll see you on Monday then." ...
Fine.
Am I completely overreacting? Should I have been ok with that response? Because if Aaron was really my friend, wouldn't he have said something...anything...that would have maybe helped me to know that I am not completely hated by both of them. Then again, I guess that is just a guy's way of saying, "I'm sorry. I don't know what to say..."
So I got in my truck and I went to the Starbucks lot on the corner of 242 and 65 and parked in the farthest corner, on the unfinished part of the parking lot. I sat there for a really long time and finally decided to call someone. So I called Kayla. She and I made banana bread and talked until about 11.15, at which point I went to the Taco Bell parking lot and waited for Aaron and Brandon to show up, since they said that's where they were going after the movie. I waited there until midnight. They never showed up.
Maybe it's a good thing. I wouldn't have known what to say.
Oh, and I left out one small, little, minute detail. Before they went to the movie, Brandon was on the phone with 3 random girls who are seniors at Coon Rapids. He made plans with them to meet them at Taco Bell after the movie and make out. For some reason, that made me really mad too. For a lot of reasons, actually. And Aaron was all for that too, obviously. Maybe that's why I went to Taco Bell and waited for 45 minutes for them to show up. I hate how stupid guys have to be. And I hate why Brandon is mad at me. I have a fairly good understanding of why, though I think it's completely stupid, especially since he goes and does shit like this. He's mad at me because I don't like him in the same way that he liked me. And it was obvious to me why I couldn't like him, though I didn't have the heart to tell him. But now, since he's been doing all this and being so mean to me, I may just have to tell him and make his weak heart cry like the sensitively insensitive person he is. He is so desperate. He'll go for anyone that even just looks in his direction. Can you imagine how that made me feel? I mean, we went to a movie one time and by the end of the movie, he was completely obssessed with the girl that sat in front of us. How sick is that?! And now he talks to 3 random girls he's never met and offers to go make out with them at Taco Bell. That is the most sick and disturbing thing I have ever heard. And I hate that I have to get so angry about it.
Hmm...what to say...
I hate how my parents have very little trust in me. If I say I am going somewhere with someone and that I will be home at a certain time, then yes, I AM going to the place I say WITH the person I say and I WILL be home when I say. Sheesh. Have I ever done anything wrong before? What makes them think I am going to do something wrong now? It must be because I am 18. Those no good 18-yr-olds. Yes, that's right. All I do is buy cigarettes and have sex.
But overall, things are going pretty well. I am still really confused about things in life, but taking psychology has helped a lot with that. I wish so much I had taken Psych II or AP Psych. That would have rocked.
Oh yeah, and I had my birthday since my last entry. I got a new cell phone, some money, and a cd from my brother. =) Ya'll should ask me for my new cell number. It's a neat-o phone. With polyphonic ringtones! That's what I have always dreamed of having... Sad, I know =\
Yeah, things are pretty good. I got a raise at work. I am now up to $8 an hour. School isn't hard. Very little homework rocks. And I play Mario Bros. in CAD on my comp because I usually finish my drawings ahead of the class, so I amuse myself that way. Spike is jealous =) And psych rocks. I learn so much. And it really helps to know why I am the way I am. That has always baffled me. But now I am starting to understand.
And I guess for Erin's Humanities class (which is kinda everyone's Humanities class, since pretty much everyone I know is taking it...), they had to do something concerning art and analyzing it and Erin chose my art to analyze. I felt so honored. I was like, "You consider me an artist?!" It felt good. That's probably the only time anyone will take my art as serious art, but oh well. At least it meant something to one person, and that's all I ask for. =)
Anyway, that's pretty much all I have to say for now. Except my left leg really hurts. I think it has something to do with the huge bruise I got on my leg that covered almost my whole thigh. It just recently healed, but now there's a strange bump inside it that I think has something to do with the blood not being reabsorbed properly... I don't know. I am no doctor. All I know is it throbs constantly.
Well, on that note, I think I shall depart. You all have a nice evening.
Edit: Whenever I say that things are going pretty well, you can pretty much be guaranteed that they aren't going to stay that way for long. Tonight was my proof of that. I called Aaron and went to his house at around 8. They (Brandon and Aaron) were planning on going to see The Forgotten. I guess Aaron wanted me to go with, or at least that's his claim, but Brandon didn't because Brandon hates me. I mean, he really hates me. And the truth is, I wouldn't give a flying fuck whether he hated me or not except that when I want to hang out with Aaron, he's always around and he's always saying really mean things to me. So as we were going out to Brandon's car to go to the movie, I asked whether it was likely that we were going to be home at midnight or not otherwise I probably shouldn't go. And Brandon quickly responds, "Oh that's too bad" in his mean Brandon way and slams his car door. That wasn't the worst thing he has ever said to me, but it was the thing that just finally set me off. Usually I can deal with any shit he dishes out, but that was too much. So I said something to the effect of, "Fine, I am obviously not wanted. I guess I'll just leave then since you all hate me so much." And you know what Aaron says? "Ok, well, I guess I'll see you on Monday then." ...
Fine.
Am I completely overreacting? Should I have been ok with that response? Because if Aaron was really my friend, wouldn't he have said something...anything...that would have maybe helped me to know that I am not completely hated by both of them. Then again, I guess that is just a guy's way of saying, "I'm sorry. I don't know what to say..."
So I got in my truck and I went to the Starbucks lot on the corner of 242 and 65 and parked in the farthest corner, on the unfinished part of the parking lot. I sat there for a really long time and finally decided to call someone. So I called Kayla. She and I made banana bread and talked until about 11.15, at which point I went to the Taco Bell parking lot and waited for Aaron and Brandon to show up, since they said that's where they were going after the movie. I waited there until midnight. They never showed up.
Maybe it's a good thing. I wouldn't have known what to say.
Oh, and I left out one small, little, minute detail. Before they went to the movie, Brandon was on the phone with 3 random girls who are seniors at Coon Rapids. He made plans with them to meet them at Taco Bell after the movie and make out. For some reason, that made me really mad too. For a lot of reasons, actually. And Aaron was all for that too, obviously. Maybe that's why I went to Taco Bell and waited for 45 minutes for them to show up. I hate how stupid guys have to be. And I hate why Brandon is mad at me. I have a fairly good understanding of why, though I think it's completely stupid, especially since he goes and does shit like this. He's mad at me because I don't like him in the same way that he liked me. And it was obvious to me why I couldn't like him, though I didn't have the heart to tell him. But now, since he's been doing all this and being so mean to me, I may just have to tell him and make his weak heart cry like the sensitively insensitive person he is. He is so desperate. He'll go for anyone that even just looks in his direction. Can you imagine how that made me feel? I mean, we went to a movie one time and by the end of the movie, he was completely obssessed with the girl that sat in front of us. How sick is that?! And now he talks to 3 random girls he's never met and offers to go make out with them at Taco Bell. That is the most sick and disturbing thing I have ever heard. And I hate that I have to get so angry about it.