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I'm feeling kind of angsty so I thought I'd hit up the LJ. I should be studying for a test tomorrow, but I'm pretty down from having to leave Snellville today. I can't go back until after August 1st. I'm burnt out, really. I had such a good time this weekend, and I just want to not be so miserable all the time; be close to the people I love and maybe even sometimes do the things that I want.
I am very unsatisfied at the moment.
Facebook photos can sometimes be permanent records of abandoned friendships. Does anyone ever wonder why there are six photos of Jenny and I, but we aren't even friends on Facebook? There aer so many pictures of me on that site looking happy next to someone who essentially won't even admit that they've met me in the loosest capacity: Amanda, Jenny, Laurel, Michael...
Speaking of Michael, I yelled at him last night. I'm not sure if I feel bad about that. I've never had someone be so rude to me as the last time we spoke on the phone; as the last time he called me. He shouldn't be the least bit surprised that I wasn't interested in hearing what he has to say.
Really, I just wanted to have one good night.
And I did. I really did.
I've been taking the hours of intoxicated fun as is, and thinking about Mr. Justin Hart. Here's the story as far as I understand it: He called me up to hang out around 4 and I didn't answer, as always. I call him back but he's driving or doing something. He ends up going to a bar and the bartender takes his credit card and he has to wait 15 mins before he can leave. Then he comes home with a group of people he met at the bar, and tries to walk to Dario's house, but goes the wrong direction. Sometime during the walk, Nikki drives by all of them with us, and tells them that they're going to wrong way. They all go back to Justin's house and we go to wal-mart and then back to Dario's. After a while Nikki me off at Justin's and he's standing in the front yard? He says he needs to go to the store and tells me to wait in the car. I wait in the car and watch every person he was with leave. He calls me from inside to tell me he's coming and I go in instead of waiting, and he doesn't end up going to the store. What the fuck? That has to be the shadiest situation ever.
Anyway, he might be my boyfriend, now. I don't know. He was talking a lot, last night. He dropped the L-bomb, and was talking about how he doesn't feel the way he feels about me about any other girl. Honey, that's a lot of talk for a pillow.
He said back in the day that he doesn't do time limits, and then another sentence with the word "boyfriend" in it. I didn't talk to him for a while after he said that word. In retrospect, though, I think that's definitely what he was talking about last night. I might just ask. I think I'm also going to ask what actually happened last night.
I am very unsatisfied at the moment.
Facebook photos can sometimes be permanent records of abandoned friendships. Does anyone ever wonder why there are six photos of Jenny and I, but we aren't even friends on Facebook? There aer so many pictures of me on that site looking happy next to someone who essentially won't even admit that they've met me in the loosest capacity: Amanda, Jenny, Laurel, Michael...
Speaking of Michael, I yelled at him last night. I'm not sure if I feel bad about that. I've never had someone be so rude to me as the last time we spoke on the phone; as the last time he called me. He shouldn't be the least bit surprised that I wasn't interested in hearing what he has to say.
Really, I just wanted to have one good night.
And I did. I really did.
I've been taking the hours of intoxicated fun as is, and thinking about Mr. Justin Hart. Here's the story as far as I understand it: He called me up to hang out around 4 and I didn't answer, as always. I call him back but he's driving or doing something. He ends up going to a bar and the bartender takes his credit card and he has to wait 15 mins before he can leave. Then he comes home with a group of people he met at the bar, and tries to walk to Dario's house, but goes the wrong direction. Sometime during the walk, Nikki drives by all of them with us, and tells them that they're going to wrong way. They all go back to Justin's house and we go to wal-mart and then back to Dario's. After a while Nikki me off at Justin's and he's standing in the front yard? He says he needs to go to the store and tells me to wait in the car. I wait in the car and watch every person he was with leave. He calls me from inside to tell me he's coming and I go in instead of waiting, and he doesn't end up going to the store. What the fuck? That has to be the shadiest situation ever.
Anyway, he might be my boyfriend, now. I don't know. He was talking a lot, last night. He dropped the L-bomb, and was talking about how he doesn't feel the way he feels about me about any other girl. Honey, that's a lot of talk for a pillow.
He said back in the day that he doesn't do time limits, and then another sentence with the word "boyfriend" in it. I didn't talk to him for a while after he said that word. In retrospect, though, I think that's definitely what he was talking about last night. I might just ask. I think I'm also going to ask what actually happened last night.