In the garage, I feel safe, no one cares about my ways
Well, here I am again at the good ol' math lab. This always seems like the best place to update this thing. My mom just came to visit me and tell me all about her and her new boyfriend thing. You know, boyfriends are pretty useless. I mean, all they do is hurt you. But I guess love's an excuse to get hurt, and to hurt as Bright Eyes says. It's like if you're not missing your guy (loneliness), then he's done something worth pissing you off. Yeah, with a few of those happy times here and there. I wish I could find a guy who I could have all happy times with. That'd be spiffily awesum. But oh well. I'll just try not to think about that while sitting here sipping my (illegal/gross) hot chocolate and happily stuffing mini oreos in my face. What fun. I really wish me and Kel could talk more. I really really feel like we're drifting apart. By the way, Kel's my best friend with whom I do everything. She rocks. But now that she has Sean (her new boyfriend), we don't do as much stuff together. I'll miss the good old days of riding around for no reason screaming Taking Back Sunday at the top of our lungs, and the football games where we walked around with no intention of even watching the game. Dammit. I'm gonna cry. I feel like my life is coming to an end. Help...I want my friend back