Howdy people, this entry comes to you at 10:35 pm, EST, from the sunny state of Massachusetts. Unfortunately, it ain't sunny. Not even a bit!
Here's the important thing:
if Matt ever reads this again, he needs to read this cut (if you aren't Matt, and thusly are Julia, you can read it, but let me warn you it might not make sense):
Thanks for letting me fix it. Major points to you for being patient and deciding NOT to send a hate-text-message. Also major points for caring about me, not being a creepy stalker, being patient, understanding me pretty darn well, being honest, and being fine with the way things are (and are going to be) and not needing a relationship. And not acting like I'm your girlfriend (this is a reference to the man who shall from here on be referred to as "farmer john, the creep"--yes, in fact, he DOES call me his girlfriend. Shudder shudder shudder.), which I promise is not meant negatively or as an insult or something final. Hooray for being positive, go me GO. Ahem. Anyway Matt, tell Ben he needs to try and like me, and continue being yourself. Try being arrogant, because it's fun. Talk to you soon, man.
To the rest of y'all (still may only be Julia or Alex or Ben Lurie, apparently), THINK before you write something in your LJ! Think! And don't take people for granted. Please?
Further update: just talked to los parents and TheBrother who have JUST left his camp, which means they'll be home at like 1am. They are (all 3 of them, now) making me go to bed. I don't like going to bed when I'm alone, I don't don't don't. But whatever, man, they're making me. Ahem. Talked to Sir Nicholas in "Cali" for a while, which was fun, his mom remembers me (am her favorite. Go me, go). He's a good guy. Glad to still be close with him, hoping he helps save my senior year from über suck-osity. Okay, okay, I'll TRY to be less pessimistic, watch watch!!! Outing with Julie was trés fun, as per usual. Yay for Switchfoot, Pixies, MxPx, dude. Go Julie!!! It's nice to be friends again, or more accurately, friends who hang out often. We ran from her house to the high school, which wasn't bad, except for the fact that it was raining. Gahhh. Saw Joslyn Tarr from middle school/CC at CVS, which was, to say the least, somewhat of a blast from the past. Enough updating, nobody reads this aaaanyway.
So watch me go to bed! Watch me! I'm good! I am I am!!!!!!
Ciao.