I'm in a seriously bad mood right now.
So excuse me while I say this.

Lately I feel like its a chore to have friends. Like everyone is a stupid ball. And i'm like trying to juggle everyone at once. One ball doesn't want me to hang out with another. But I do anyways and lie about it. Trying to figure out feelings about one ball, fight feelings about another, ignore most of them.


So far i've been doing really good. Keeping it to myself. Juggling them all around. But it always happens. Something will happen. Someone will fuck up. Probably me.


I'm in a really bad mood.

There was a point in time when I had seen every single movie in theaters for 3 weeks. And almost every new release. And now I haven't seen a damn movie in like a month. Since Brian left. He was my little movie buddy and now i'm like fucked cause everyone is either too broke or hit on me if i ask them to go to the movies. So i'm going alone. No one will eat my popcorn or talk during the movie. It'll be nice.


oh fuck that. i'm not going.

I'm eating a lunchables thing. The meat doesn't taste quite right and the cheese is referred to as processed cheese food. I've had a few freak outs lately. One being I don't know if I wanna be a nurse. I mean, I'm not really a caring person. I'm not the teacher/nurse/caring kind of person. So If i go through with this nursing thing I better be working in an office or i'm screwed. The most recent was a I just got out of school am walking down the avenue in the rain going to work sick and hungry freak out. I called work from macdonalds told them i wasn't coming in until 2 went home and slammed the doors up to my room and had a nap in my bed. When i woke up my dad had bought me a little jewelery box from god knows where. It was nice as hell. My dad is a sweetheart. So i'm at work. Blah. If anyone wants to go out for chinese food sometime this week gimme a call. Cause i'm there. With bells on.

Speaking of bells. There was this girl walking around school today with a bell attached to her kitbag and it was ringing like crazy. Who the fuck puts bells on. Really? I should have asked her if she was retarded.


Ok AND ANOTHER THING. I hate when people ask you for a couple of things at work. Youknow, Iike i'll have a couple of boxes of chicken. WOULD YOU LIKE 2? I know that traditionally couple means 2, but when we are talking 20 bucks for a box of chicken its important to actually say a NUMBER! And like EVERYONE says it. Like what the fuck is a FEW?

Jesus people.