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green eyes like july (writewhatifeel) wrote,
@ 2003-08-24 16:54:00
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    Current mood: bitchy
    Current music:dashboard

    "dont blink, everyones watching"
    im in a pretty bad mood right now. i had to go to this party for my mom's friends little baby, it was really lame and i told my mom i had to get work done at the house.. so after being there for 30-45mins she just brought me back home. my last load of laundry is in the dryer, and i've just been hanging out and blasting the new dashboard cd. kayleigh picked me up and we went to check our homerooms. i have room # 921, along with brandon reich + davy granados..thats all i noticed, but im sore theres some other people in there with me too. im kinda pissed off because josh has been acting weird lately. ever since karen talked to him about what she was feeling.. he has just kinda been acting weird towards me. i guess he kinda realized what karen was telling him and he doesnt know what to do about me.. so he just backs away. i dont know, maybe it's for the best.. i was thinking about calling him to tell him maybe we should stop talking, but then i realized that school starts tomorrow and with school, homework, and work im barely going to have time to breathe. so what i guess im saying is that maybe our friendship wont get any closer because i wont have time to talk to him. i dont even know what to do.

    hoobastank is tonight, and im not the least bit excited. everytime i go to a show i always take money to get a band shirt, im always really pumped up and i always listen to the band's CD before the show. today i havent even put in the cd, im not taking money for the shirt and im definitely not pumped up. i dont know what it is. i was so excited for this show.. i mean c'mon hoobastank and on the last night of summer. whats wrong with me?

    so tomorrow starts it all, first day of senior year. stephanie said she is gonna come get me around 6:45, and she doesnt have her decal yet so we have to park in the park and walk to the school which i dont really have a problem yet, except i was damn excited to park in the senior parking lot on the first day of senior year, and then walking through the big courtyard and having all the freshman looking at us. heh, whatever, i guess its not a big deal.

    dave called me today, which was a huge surprise.. he was all "hey ash, today wouldve been our two year anniversary" and i was like yeah..and he goes "wow we've known each other for over two years".. i just kinda went heh. god i should've went off on him. i woulda been like yeah, it wouldve been two years except you fucking cheated on me and then begged for me to take u back, so i did, and then you moved away and didnt call or email so i had no fucking way of getting a hold of you. damn guys piss me off.

    ive still thinking about drew, and when i do i just start to cry. i feel so pathetic, all the time. its the worst feeling ever. the worst part is, all my friends are so sick of hearing about him.. that i just keep it inside. i dont have anyone to talk about it. if i did talk to them about it, what would they say to me? just stuff i dont wanna hear.. such as he wasnt worth it, or he was an asshole.

    im really in the mood to go to a show at office depot center, i love that place. last show i saw there was new found glory/good charlotte/mxpx/hot rod circuit, and it was so fucking awesome.

    eh anyways, gotta go fold more laundry and then get ready for the hoobastank show.



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(Anonymous)
2003-08-25 01:58 (link)
hey hunny,
i dont know what to tell you. i wont feed you any bullshit lines, justb want to say that if you want to talk but drew i will listen and not say anything if you dont want. just so you can get it off your chest.
Karen

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