Alone At Home...Again
I understand journal entries are supposed to be like every day...and some people put entries in this thing a few times each day, but I just don't feel it's necissary to always put smething in. I am on the phone with someone...someone I do love and always will. Hmm..I wonder if things will some day work, but I try not to put too much thought into it. I guess that hole will be reached some day just like she reached hers, though maybe both of us will fall in together and be stuck with one another even if it isn't on perfect terms. HAHA I am sure no one knows what I am talking about except for that person. Her parents are bitching at her cause of her money in HER bank account. I don't understand why they have a right to critisize her for HER money that she earned, but oh well. One of my friends is apparently getting laid tomorrow at 12. That sucks since I haven't gotten laid in over a month. I just read to her what I entered so far...and she thinks it's "swell." This great girl is looking for a south jersey boyfriend who plays intruments in a band(not metal), green eyes...like the gas station attendant:-P, heterosexual, nice smile, sense of humer, some inteligence, not much is required, likes to rollerblade would be a plus, has to like the ocean.*I would just like to add that I hate thinking about her thinking this way, but that's how things are I guess* Just jealousy enters my mind..like a tiger protecting it's territory, even if the territory is owned by the zoo keepers:-P Well as for me I am looking for a girl myself that is at least 18 cause under is jail bait. She should live close to me which is north jersey and I have to say that if she is a fairly attractive girl then I would like that...cause i mean like every guy like s alittle eye candy. She should be into music and a cool chick to hang out with. Someone who is easy going, but can speak her mind when it's needed. A girl who plays an intrument is fucking awesome I think and a definite plus. One thing on another subject of the day...my dad went to the hospital again. His sugar dropped and i couldn't help him anymore so i had to call the paramedics, then 2 hours later i had to call them again. So he is spending the night there and i don't know what is happening afterwards, but i can't deal with this life of always worrying about him. It has become too much for me to handle. Which means I will probably end up living with my mom since I won't live here all alone. It'd just be so depressing. So anyways, I am going to bring this entry to a close and a big I Love You to that special girl cause I am sure you will read this some time...and no it isn't to the girl who joined me for the Styx concert. Later everyone.
Mikey
Mikey