Huh.
okay so. i wouldn't say that my life is falling apart, exactly, but maybe it's doing that thing that it does right before it falls apart? idk.
funnily enough we decided on the parking lot of my and sam's workplace, shoprite, because that was the biggest fuck you we could think of to either personage. it was better than i thought, and it didn't really hurt at all. and we basically do what we usually do after we do something crazy, which was to deconstruct the entire affair afterwards while sitting in the back of his dad's truck, laughing about everything from swedish fish to the fact that the first thing either of us saw after we were done was ryan collins walking alond the road. which is not quite irony, but comes close enough to make my want to cry at the world in general, a little. :D
the weird thing is, he's not talking to me now. which was fine for the first two days, because we're not the kind fo friends to talk every day. however, i can't help but freak out, because i seem to be systematically losing all of my friends, consecutively, and i don't feel like losing another one. i think maybe it's because i told him i'd kill him if he went out with marissa instead of steph, and he wants to, so he feels like he can't tell me things because i'd disapprove or something. i guess i'll call him and ask. well, plus i don't have work tomorrow and i want to go somewhere,(which sounds callous, but isn't really.)
sara's home though, and we're still friends, which is cool. oh, and marching band starts in a couple weeks, and the day after that, my braces come off, which means the day after that i can go to the tattoo place and convince to guy i'm eighteen so i can get my tongue peirced. the lip will have to wait though, since it's all noticeable.
oh well.
on the plus side, i'm eating better, and not shaking as much, or feeling like i have to throw up. i really think it was the medicine. i'm sleeping around12 hours a day though, on the floor, in chairs, getting dizzy when i stand up...my mom wants to give me a b-12 shot, so i called her my nigger in the alley, and then we did a spirited impression of superfly.
all in all, everything's...teetering.
funnily enough we decided on the parking lot of my and sam's workplace, shoprite, because that was the biggest fuck you we could think of to either personage. it was better than i thought, and it didn't really hurt at all. and we basically do what we usually do after we do something crazy, which was to deconstruct the entire affair afterwards while sitting in the back of his dad's truck, laughing about everything from swedish fish to the fact that the first thing either of us saw after we were done was ryan collins walking alond the road. which is not quite irony, but comes close enough to make my want to cry at the world in general, a little. :D
the weird thing is, he's not talking to me now. which was fine for the first two days, because we're not the kind fo friends to talk every day. however, i can't help but freak out, because i seem to be systematically losing all of my friends, consecutively, and i don't feel like losing another one. i think maybe it's because i told him i'd kill him if he went out with marissa instead of steph, and he wants to, so he feels like he can't tell me things because i'd disapprove or something. i guess i'll call him and ask. well, plus i don't have work tomorrow and i want to go somewhere,(which sounds callous, but isn't really.)
sara's home though, and we're still friends, which is cool. oh, and marching band starts in a couple weeks, and the day after that, my braces come off, which means the day after that i can go to the tattoo place and convince to guy i'm eighteen so i can get my tongue peirced. the lip will have to wait though, since it's all noticeable.
oh well.
on the plus side, i'm eating better, and not shaking as much, or feeling like i have to throw up. i really think it was the medicine. i'm sleeping around12 hours a day though, on the floor, in chairs, getting dizzy when i stand up...my mom wants to give me a b-12 shot, so i called her my nigger in the alley, and then we did a spirited impression of superfly.
all in all, everything's...teetering.