Wow, it's LIVEJOURNAL!
My faithful journaly friend, I've deserted you.
I've read all the journal entries that people have left since the last time I could get online, and I've realized something. Every time my relationship is going great, everyone else's is gone to shit. It's weird. But I'm away from all that, possibly forever. I miss my friends and "friends" in Bloomington, but life isn't the same when there's drama all around you, not to mention the assholes you have to deal with. Ex boyfriends, in particular. And James. I don't have to see him. He's getting me very paranoid...he just left a message on my deviantart saying that he was in jail because he tried to hitchhike to Flanagan to come see me. Jake intercepted that message before I could see it, and came storming in the house telling me that he's going to kill James in the worst way possible, because he's trying to sell me free cocaine and meth and stuff. Which he is. *le sigh* I'm done with drugs! Can't people see that?? Wait, let me rephrase that. I'm done with chemically enhanced drugs. Even Marijuana. If it was free, maybe. But who the hell would spend 50 bucks to get a short lasted high? That's insane. I'm sticking to herbals, if anything. I'm not so much of an alcaholic as I used to be, but I still drink. Heh, speaking of which, we got busted last week for having Jack and Vodka in the apartment. Good thing the cop was a wee bit crooked. You think those people are only in movies, ha! This guy came right in looking for the alcahol and found it (without a warrent, but it wouldn't matter, because he would get one and come find it anyways.) But after that, he proposed us a deal. If we do a sting for him (a drug sting) and get some information on the drug ring of Flanagan, then he'll let us off the hook and not turn in the tickets. But I've also got something on him...he never even WROTE the tickets that night. Which means he can't turn it in. If he does it later than when it happened, they'll know that he made this illegal deal, and he's in shit. Tehe. So Kristi's not doing a THING. Yeah. So that was my excitement for the week. Ummm....oh yeah, I'm going to a Fallout Boy concert in November. Dan and his girlfriend is going also, and I'm pretty much forcing him to go. ^.^ >.> Yep. It's sponsored by Nintendo, so he thinks he's gonna go to get a nintendo t-shirt. Such a nerd he is. I love him, hehe. Lookit me, giggling like a schoolgirl. Psh. Surprised I'm in this mood, because me and Jake had a big falling out this morning. And it all started because I missed my cats and woke up crying. Eh, won't bore you with the details, but Jake's gonna try to get me a kitten and maybe (yeah right) a gecko while he's a Bloomington today. I lurve kittens. If it's a girl, it's going to be Bjork. If it's a boy, It's gonna be Bjorn. Awwww...SOMEONE FREAKING CALL ME!
Well..call Jake's phone. 'Cause I need to replace stuff on mine. It doesn't work. His number is (815) 822-4275. Ten bucks says you don't even read this bottom part. Another 5 says you don't call.
I've read all the journal entries that people have left since the last time I could get online, and I've realized something. Every time my relationship is going great, everyone else's is gone to shit. It's weird. But I'm away from all that, possibly forever. I miss my friends and "friends" in Bloomington, but life isn't the same when there's drama all around you, not to mention the assholes you have to deal with. Ex boyfriends, in particular. And James. I don't have to see him. He's getting me very paranoid...he just left a message on my deviantart saying that he was in jail because he tried to hitchhike to Flanagan to come see me. Jake intercepted that message before I could see it, and came storming in the house telling me that he's going to kill James in the worst way possible, because he's trying to sell me free cocaine and meth and stuff. Which he is. *le sigh* I'm done with drugs! Can't people see that?? Wait, let me rephrase that. I'm done with chemically enhanced drugs. Even Marijuana. If it was free, maybe. But who the hell would spend 50 bucks to get a short lasted high? That's insane. I'm sticking to herbals, if anything. I'm not so much of an alcaholic as I used to be, but I still drink. Heh, speaking of which, we got busted last week for having Jack and Vodka in the apartment. Good thing the cop was a wee bit crooked. You think those people are only in movies, ha! This guy came right in looking for the alcahol and found it (without a warrent, but it wouldn't matter, because he would get one and come find it anyways.) But after that, he proposed us a deal. If we do a sting for him (a drug sting) and get some information on the drug ring of Flanagan, then he'll let us off the hook and not turn in the tickets. But I've also got something on him...he never even WROTE the tickets that night. Which means he can't turn it in. If he does it later than when it happened, they'll know that he made this illegal deal, and he's in shit. Tehe. So Kristi's not doing a THING. Yeah. So that was my excitement for the week. Ummm....oh yeah, I'm going to a Fallout Boy concert in November. Dan and his girlfriend is going also, and I'm pretty much forcing him to go. ^.^ >.> Yep. It's sponsored by Nintendo, so he thinks he's gonna go to get a nintendo t-shirt. Such a nerd he is. I love him, hehe. Lookit me, giggling like a schoolgirl. Psh. Surprised I'm in this mood, because me and Jake had a big falling out this morning. And it all started because I missed my cats and woke up crying. Eh, won't bore you with the details, but Jake's gonna try to get me a kitten and maybe (yeah right) a gecko while he's a Bloomington today. I lurve kittens. If it's a girl, it's going to be Bjork. If it's a boy, It's gonna be Bjorn. Awwww...SOMEONE FREAKING CALL ME!
Well..call Jake's phone. 'Cause I need to replace stuff on mine. It doesn't work. His number is (815) 822-4275. Ten bucks says you don't even read this bottom part. Another 5 says you don't call.