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Today was GOOD. Mucho excellente. LOL I think today might be the day Justin actually gets off his ass and comes and looks at my journal. LOL kidding. He's doing important stuff, like homework. I think that's good - quote from Where the Heart Is, the book, not that crappyass Natalie "I Should Really Be A PornStar" Portman movie they made out of it, leaving out cool characters and basically all the important shit that happened. (Sigh.) I am hardly ever satisfied when they make movies out of books. With the exceptions of Fight Club and Virgin Suicides.
Anyway, something happened today that made me feel good. (Hehe, see my mood? LOL) First of all, after starting out like the week from hell (see Monday's entry) this week has been absolutely wonderful. Remember, Tuesday was "pretty damn near perfect?" Today was good too. Me and Justin went to Collin Creek today (double lunches kick ass) and we had fun. He got a belt and I got a bracelet at Hot Topic, which we've decided is our FAVOURITE STORE EVER. The whole day was pretty peachy. He even got his mom to let him "stay for art" and hung out with me, Melissa, and Laura in the Newspaper Room.
Then, I'm giving him a ride home, and one of those stupid things that I try to keep at the back of my mind came out of my mouth. It's something that I've been thinking and hating myself for all week, ever since he came back from running away. I try not to think about them, but they always end up eventually bubbling to the surface and coming right out my mouth. ("I outta slap the taste right out yo mouth!!") I asked him why he wasn't with his friends. You know. Them, as I've been referring to them as. Jaya, Matt, Sean, Robert, everybody. You know. (Haha, the funny thing is, you don't.)
So I asked him that. And he just gave me one of his stupid, I-don't-have-a-fucking-clue-what-you're-talking-about looks. And I explained to him that I was just slightly confused about why he'd been going to lunch with me every day this week, since the week before he'd informed me that he didn't want to hang out with me anymore, he wanted to hang out with them. I honestly thought that was what he said, but apparently, it wasn't. Anyway, he was getting slightly defensive, which was stupid, because if he honestly thinks that there's anything he could do that could ever get me to hate him forever, then he's an honest-to-God retard. (Look at all this shit already and I still consider him the best friend I've ever had.) So I was like, "I just don't understand why you keep going to lunch with me, if you could be going with your golfing buddies."
And he looked at me (actually, I'm assuming that. I was pulling up to his house-driving-so I don't know. but bear with me, aight?) and said, "Cuz that's all they were. Golfing buddies. They're not real friends." And I'm pretty sure that meant that that's what he considers me. (Amphetamine says: Jesus, it's about time!!!) (Mycha says: Sorry. We hardly ever let her talk. We owed her one.)
I'm done for now. I'll come back later, if there's anything else to talk about. EVERYBODY GO AND LOOK AT LARISA KYLE'S MORBID POETRY!! [Tuesday, April 9th, 2002; at 10:02] It's great. I think I'm gonna do something like that ... write/draw on paper and then scan it in. That's kickass.
Michelle
Anyway, something happened today that made me feel good. (Hehe, see my mood? LOL) First of all, after starting out like the week from hell (see Monday's entry) this week has been absolutely wonderful. Remember, Tuesday was "pretty damn near perfect?" Today was good too. Me and Justin went to Collin Creek today (double lunches kick ass) and we had fun. He got a belt and I got a bracelet at Hot Topic, which we've decided is our FAVOURITE STORE EVER. The whole day was pretty peachy. He even got his mom to let him "stay for art" and hung out with me, Melissa, and Laura in the Newspaper Room.
Then, I'm giving him a ride home, and one of those stupid things that I try to keep at the back of my mind came out of my mouth. It's something that I've been thinking and hating myself for all week, ever since he came back from running away. I try not to think about them, but they always end up eventually bubbling to the surface and coming right out my mouth. ("I outta slap the taste right out yo mouth!!") I asked him why he wasn't with his friends. You know. Them, as I've been referring to them as. Jaya, Matt, Sean, Robert, everybody. You know. (Haha, the funny thing is, you don't.)
So I asked him that. And he just gave me one of his stupid, I-don't-have-a-fucking-clue-what-you're-talking-about looks. And I explained to him that I was just slightly confused about why he'd been going to lunch with me every day this week, since the week before he'd informed me that he didn't want to hang out with me anymore, he wanted to hang out with them. I honestly thought that was what he said, but apparently, it wasn't. Anyway, he was getting slightly defensive, which was stupid, because if he honestly thinks that there's anything he could do that could ever get me to hate him forever, then he's an honest-to-God retard. (Look at all this shit already and I still consider him the best friend I've ever had.) So I was like, "I just don't understand why you keep going to lunch with me, if you could be going with your golfing buddies."
And he looked at me (actually, I'm assuming that. I was pulling up to his house-driving-so I don't know. but bear with me, aight?) and said, "Cuz that's all they were. Golfing buddies. They're not real friends." And I'm pretty sure that meant that that's what he considers me. (Amphetamine says: Jesus, it's about time!!!) (Mycha says: Sorry. We hardly ever let her talk. We owed her one.)
I'm done for now. I'll come back later, if there's anything else to talk about. EVERYBODY GO AND LOOK AT LARISA KYLE'S MORBID POETRY!! [Tuesday, April 9th, 2002; at 10:02] It's great. I think I'm gonna do something like that ... write/draw on paper and then scan it in. That's kickass.
Michelle