Hiiii.
Yeah, so I say it's been forever and a day since I've bothered to post anything. I don't know. I wanted this to be a super personal space for me, where no one I knew personally in the real world could nose into my business. Now, I find it weird that I don't have any friends on this. Makes me feel more like a loner. I was always confused on how to get friends and I think I'm still confused, ha.
Anyway, since the last update or whatev.. nothing much has changed. Seems like such a big time span.. that I forget everything that did happen between or after then.
I did manage to get out of the house and spend time with Tiff.
I have Tessa wanting to hang out with me again. She messaged me saying she got an Explorer and was getting her license back. Yet, I haven't talked to her or let alone hung out with her in months. She's too guy struck. If that's how to describe it. She's too stuck on herself. When I last hung out with her she'd tell me that her and her trucker boyfriend would go to this bar and do the obvious.. drink. I might like my alcohol, but I don't like meeting new people or care that much for alcohol. Why in the world she waits this long to bother and want to hang out with me, I don't know. Probably like the rest, because they have nothing else to do.
I've realized that people change. Whether for the good or bad. Whether you approve of it or not. Usually, for me it's bad. So they end up getting on my nerves or they don't have the same interests as you. It's the people that you care a whole lot about or have. With those changes you realize you no longer fit in.
Oh, these pricks decided to take over my grandma's trailer. Remodeling it and taking out stuff that doesn't belong to them. They decide to do this 8 years later and don't bother to contact the owners (my aunt and uncle) that they were doing this. We found out from word of mouth. You betcha that I was heated. You might not find this very bothersome, but there were things in the shed they took that can't be replaced. Stuff that holds sentimental value because it belonged to my deceased uncle and grandma. Lord knows what was in there of my grandmas.
I found out some really strange news.. sad, too. So... when I was like 12.. I pretty much skanked it. OR, well... I tried, haha. I made out with this boy named Paul. He at the time was my best friends' cousin. We did this... a few nights. I barely knew him, lol. Anyway, a few years later after all this happened, my friend Jon told me that he committed suicide. I, as heartless as I am.. didn't think anything of it. So.. like 5-6 years later (last night) I couldn't sleep and decided to look his name up in our local newspaper and yep, his name was there in the Obits. I assumed it was him anyways. I was hoping that his suicide would have an article or something, but... nope. Nothing. So the obsessive stalker that I am.. I went looking for his sister on myspace and I think I found her. I'm going to ask her about it and stuff. He was my first guy kiss, make out session and yadda yadda. Even if he acted like nothing happened after it was all over. It still.. affects me.
Also, there's this Australian after me. He barely knows me. He's acting all serious. Wanting to become an alien of the US! Wanting to send me stuff. I have so many issues (physically and mentally) with myself.. I don't know what to do. I, honestly have nothing to offer him. I don't want to have a LD relationship with him, because I can't even call him. Not for free anyways. Plus, I've done many LD relationships and they've obviously have never worked. Whose to really say that he'll become a U.S. ciitizen if I were to follow thru. There's a chance he won't. I don't and can't move to where he is. No thanks. He is a sweetie though. He appears to be a goody two-shoes. But, AHHH!
I don't know what else to say really. My life is nowhere near exciting.
Anyway, since the last update or whatev.. nothing much has changed. Seems like such a big time span.. that I forget everything that did happen between or after then.
I did manage to get out of the house and spend time with Tiff.
I have Tessa wanting to hang out with me again. She messaged me saying she got an Explorer and was getting her license back. Yet, I haven't talked to her or let alone hung out with her in months. She's too guy struck. If that's how to describe it. She's too stuck on herself. When I last hung out with her she'd tell me that her and her trucker boyfriend would go to this bar and do the obvious.. drink. I might like my alcohol, but I don't like meeting new people or care that much for alcohol. Why in the world she waits this long to bother and want to hang out with me, I don't know. Probably like the rest, because they have nothing else to do.
I've realized that people change. Whether for the good or bad. Whether you approve of it or not. Usually, for me it's bad. So they end up getting on my nerves or they don't have the same interests as you. It's the people that you care a whole lot about or have. With those changes you realize you no longer fit in.
Oh, these pricks decided to take over my grandma's trailer. Remodeling it and taking out stuff that doesn't belong to them. They decide to do this 8 years later and don't bother to contact the owners (my aunt and uncle) that they were doing this. We found out from word of mouth. You betcha that I was heated. You might not find this very bothersome, but there were things in the shed they took that can't be replaced. Stuff that holds sentimental value because it belonged to my deceased uncle and grandma. Lord knows what was in there of my grandmas.
I found out some really strange news.. sad, too. So... when I was like 12.. I pretty much skanked it. OR, well... I tried, haha. I made out with this boy named Paul. He at the time was my best friends' cousin. We did this... a few nights. I barely knew him, lol. Anyway, a few years later after all this happened, my friend Jon told me that he committed suicide. I, as heartless as I am.. didn't think anything of it. So.. like 5-6 years later (last night) I couldn't sleep and decided to look his name up in our local newspaper and yep, his name was there in the Obits. I assumed it was him anyways. I was hoping that his suicide would have an article or something, but... nope. Nothing. So the obsessive stalker that I am.. I went looking for his sister on myspace and I think I found her. I'm going to ask her about it and stuff. He was my first guy kiss, make out session and yadda yadda. Even if he acted like nothing happened after it was all over. It still.. affects me.
Also, there's this Australian after me. He barely knows me. He's acting all serious. Wanting to become an alien of the US! Wanting to send me stuff. I have so many issues (physically and mentally) with myself.. I don't know what to do. I, honestly have nothing to offer him. I don't want to have a LD relationship with him, because I can't even call him. Not for free anyways. Plus, I've done many LD relationships and they've obviously have never worked. Whose to really say that he'll become a U.S. ciitizen if I were to follow thru. There's a chance he won't. I don't and can't move to where he is. No thanks. He is a sweetie though. He appears to be a goody two-shoes. But, AHHH!
I don't know what else to say really. My life is nowhere near exciting.