It never really hits you.
I finished reading the perks of being a wallflower agian. I can't get over how good that book is. No matter how many times I read it, I always find something that I understand that I didn't really fully grasp before.
It made me think about my life a lot. And the things I should probably change and deal with.
It also made me respect what I have, and the few close friends I have.
That book also makes me want to sit down and write for hours. Even if I don't have anything to write about, or anyone to write too.
There are few things that inspire me.
-News!!
--I got my tattoo touched up. It looks better. Even better I should say.
--I got another job. Guess who is now going to be your waitress...
I'm not really happy with it, but at the same time I am. I have way to many bills I need to pay, and WAY to many things I need to get prioritized, to just be sitting around and waiting for the days I work at Sam Goody.
--I met the perfect guy. To bad he's married and lives in LA.
--After crying for about 3 days I realized what I need to do. And no matter how hard it's going to be, and no matter how painful it is, or who I lose because of it, it's going to be the best thing for me.
I got on myspace and no one left me a comment, or an add request, or mail. It was really weird. First time in awhile that it's been completely bare.
I saw Bob and Jon at dennys. Bob started talking about PJ's headbreakers ball, and we realized we've known each other for almost exactaly a year. The time went quick. I really miss hanging out with Bob, Teresa, and Jon. Even though things didn't work out with Jon, I still care about him and it's nice to see him, and talk to him. And i've probably had the most REAL fun with him. He was exciting. And I had never had that before. Still not sure if it's better then comfortable, or the same. I had fun with Chris, and i've had fun with Paul, but Jon and I could talk for hours about music, and have debates. With Chris, it wasn't really anything like that, and with Paul, we talk about music, but our music ranges so much, there's just to much to cover. It'd be nice if Jon and I could just be good friends, because that's what we were good at. I just really miss the four of us.
I still really miss Paul too. And I see and hang out with him still.
I miss him more then anyone. I miss laying there and just not having to talk. Not having to do anything. Just being with each other was enough. It's weird that when we do lay there, it's the same, only we don't hold hands. It's a strange thing, but it worked for us.
I think my biological clock is ticking to early. It's kind of like the montly cycle for girls. When you have a close group of girl friends, you always have your periods at the same time. It's weird, but it's true. I think the stress from them, and the hormones they let out set something off. I think that me having older friends, a lot which are married, is just making me jealous. I want to be set. I don't want to go through the "fun" stage of life. I don't like meeting new people. I don't like lots of social gatherings. I don't like my mother asking me if shes ever going to have grandchildren, or if i'm gay.
It's 6. I'm pretty sure I have to work at 1. I'm going to call at 11 to find out though.
I love when my entries don't make sense.
It made me think about my life a lot. And the things I should probably change and deal with.
It also made me respect what I have, and the few close friends I have.
That book also makes me want to sit down and write for hours. Even if I don't have anything to write about, or anyone to write too.
There are few things that inspire me.
-News!!
--I got my tattoo touched up. It looks better. Even better I should say.
--I got another job. Guess who is now going to be your waitress...
I'm not really happy with it, but at the same time I am. I have way to many bills I need to pay, and WAY to many things I need to get prioritized, to just be sitting around and waiting for the days I work at Sam Goody.
--I met the perfect guy. To bad he's married and lives in LA.
--After crying for about 3 days I realized what I need to do. And no matter how hard it's going to be, and no matter how painful it is, or who I lose because of it, it's going to be the best thing for me.
I got on myspace and no one left me a comment, or an add request, or mail. It was really weird. First time in awhile that it's been completely bare.
I saw Bob and Jon at dennys. Bob started talking about PJ's headbreakers ball, and we realized we've known each other for almost exactaly a year. The time went quick. I really miss hanging out with Bob, Teresa, and Jon. Even though things didn't work out with Jon, I still care about him and it's nice to see him, and talk to him. And i've probably had the most REAL fun with him. He was exciting. And I had never had that before. Still not sure if it's better then comfortable, or the same. I had fun with Chris, and i've had fun with Paul, but Jon and I could talk for hours about music, and have debates. With Chris, it wasn't really anything like that, and with Paul, we talk about music, but our music ranges so much, there's just to much to cover. It'd be nice if Jon and I could just be good friends, because that's what we were good at. I just really miss the four of us.
I still really miss Paul too. And I see and hang out with him still.
I miss him more then anyone. I miss laying there and just not having to talk. Not having to do anything. Just being with each other was enough. It's weird that when we do lay there, it's the same, only we don't hold hands. It's a strange thing, but it worked for us.
I think my biological clock is ticking to early. It's kind of like the montly cycle for girls. When you have a close group of girl friends, you always have your periods at the same time. It's weird, but it's true. I think the stress from them, and the hormones they let out set something off. I think that me having older friends, a lot which are married, is just making me jealous. I want to be set. I don't want to go through the "fun" stage of life. I don't like meeting new people. I don't like lots of social gatherings. I don't like my mother asking me if shes ever going to have grandchildren, or if i'm gay.
It's 6. I'm pretty sure I have to work at 1. I'm going to call at 11 to find out though.
I love when my entries don't make sense.