Last night, male friend and I got in an arguement about how I handle people who are a pain in the ass (like homophobes!). He has no right to critisize me like that! Then we talked a little bit about marriage (not happening). I woke up mad at him today for telling me how I should handle those stupid, blond, over made up, snotty freshman girls. No offense to blondes, just they always end up blond. I've never had trouble from a brunette. Strange. He went on blabbing about all the shit he's been through in middle school, and yadda yadda yadda. I was not impressed, middle school was hell for all of us. I want him to be in my place for once, just once! It's not about what I've been through, it's about what I've done. He spoke about hiding in the shadows, well I can't do that anymore! The only thing I'm hiding right now is him! He knows that. Maybe that's what was bothering him. I'll write more later.