i want a goat.
bad weekend. well, bad ending to a decent weekend. it began with going to brittany's party, and having a pretty good time, and bonding, and standing in the middle of the street, and getting flicked off by some random driver-by, and running down the street after courtney, tripping on pinecones. then, mall with amanda, buying shelly's birthday gift, killing myself over whether to return it and buy her something better, something different. then, christie's for the night, with katie. the next morning, watched troy, and then went to lollipop farms, and i made two new best friends. they go by the name of '0015' and '0020' course, those were the names on their eartags. they nibbled and licked my fingers, they ate my shirt, and they stepped on my feet. i want a goat. then, after freaking out with anxiety, and nervousness, and driving to her house to find laura and nicole beating me to the chase, i was defeated. we go to her front door, to find mike and her mom outside already, and start the conversation off with a dirty look from her brother to me. her mom doesnt say hello to me, or greet me with her usual english hellos. received a welcome i didnt hope for, i didnt want. figured i'm no longer... liked in her household? im not sure, but i didnt sense good vibes. yes, shelly and i are 'in a roughpatch'... call it what you want, but i didnt think i'd get that for it. i miss hanging out with shelly, but not at her house or mine, i miss the summer hangouts. the hangouts with chreistie, going to chuckey cheese, or watching buffy reruns in christie's room. those were the good days. the carefree ones i want back. those are the days im going to remember when i look back on fairport, when i remember fairport. i want those days back. it's sumer again, and i wish we could be doing those things again. how i wish for them... i don't wish for the wondering of whether or not i will be missed when i move, or the alex telling me what shelly has said about me, or written about me, i wish for those 'glory days' ... but im sick of going on abuot it, i just wish for things to be the way they used to, for me to have something memorable, something happy to remember, of my last days in fairport. but at the rate its going... i dont know if its gonna be the way i want it to.