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My brother, Black Dragon, and myself, the Sneaking Steel Toe, are about to go out into the night to cause havok and protect the neighborhood simultaneously. Wish us luck.
EDIT: Alright, we're back from our little outing. Thanks for your good wishes. We ended up walking to the end of the street and then to the tennis courts near our house. My brother's pain killers (or whatever he's on now) started kicking in and he got kind of sleepy so we came home.
Now, I'm gonna take this time to talk about some other stuff that's been on my mind.
[1.] Derek. My ex-boyfriend, that is. I think I'm over him. Well, maybe not over him, because I still think alot about the things we've done together and how great they were. But I've somehow stopped caring about the things he does, the things he says to me, or if we ever actually become friends again. Partly because the last thing he said to me was that I'm "fucking annoying" and he's doing a great job of blocking me out of his life. But also because I've kind of figured out that all the things he said about not liking anyone else were all bullshit, as I expected. He's really predictable, he just doesn't know it. Also. He doesn't know how to take jokes anymore. So when I talk to him I can't be sarcastic or mean in anyway because he blows up. And that's no fun. It's all really hard for me because I'm trying my hardest to be nice to him. Trying my best to still be his best friend. Because that's what I want. And I thought that's what he wanted. But he'd much rather just build a wall around me so that he doesn't have to hear me or see me anymore. The lyric "I'm trying to be of use, but how can I help if you keep telling me to get away?"* comes to mind. And I haven't even let the fact that he dumped me for someone else get to me! I hate to toot my own horn, but I believe that takes quite a bit of self control. I mean... I really hope we can be friends again someday but the negative attitude he's been toting around lately isn't so flattering. That's all.
[2.] I've felt really weird lately. My hair is stringy, my posture is horrible, and my skin is like a fuckin' mine field, when I talk I stutter sometimes and when I walk I feel heavy and uneven. Ok, so maybe that's how I've always been, but it usually doesn't bother me as much as it has lately. I feel the same awkwardness and self-hatred as I did in seventh or eighth grade, which is weird because I thought I had gotten rid of that three or four years ago. I guess it just takes me a really long time to build confidence back up when I lose it.
[3.] Replacing the batteries in my Tamagotchi was probably one of the wisest decisions I've ever made ;]
* From Osker's "Useless"