For some reason when I read my friends page I get this really shitty feeling. Like somehow everybody's lives are progressing and mine is at a dead stop
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Oh man, I had my first trip to Bellingham last night. Shit, we had so much fun. ALL OF US! Mars and I figured out that gram-wiches dipped in coconut vodka is not a good idea. Jamacan hot box. 5,4,3,2,1 MORNING. I accidentaly spilled beer on John's face.
I don't know what to say anymore. I don't know who to trust. I miss Sara and Jenna so much. I wish I knew what to do about everything but unfourtunatly I'm at the mercy of everyone else. I work too much.
The party last night was dank. I had so much freaking fun! Thank you to Becky for being such a beautiful, fantastic hostess. Thank you to Kyle for thinking of the zombie theme. Thank you to everyone who was there and made it so incredible. Ryan you left your shoes at Becky's. Love you guys.
I feel like I've had all these good things stored up for bad days. (Ie: things to look forward to, good news, plans to fall back on, etc.) And somehow, without me realizing, they've all simultaneously disappeared.
I'm trying my hardest not to feel like a pawn in your twisted game.
This whole shooting at the Jewish building next to Chad's has really got me freaked out. I mean shit. It happend here because of what's going with Israel and Syria. I don't know, shit's just scary. I'm just happy Channah is alright. I love them.
Today I spent hours laying in my swim suit in front of a box fan on Liz's living room floor. Frick, we had fun. I seriously love life. I've been having so much fun with Steph and I'm so happy that Liz is back from Nashville. Liz and I are playing with a squirt bottle while watching Next. Oh, and I'm wearing a tiara.