07/15/2011

i’m suuuuper angry right now.

it was my idea to go to ghostland tonight. we were originally going to camp and we decided not to…that’s cool. we were all supposed to meet at john’s at five but things were drawn out and john calls me and is like, "hey, do you mind driving yourself?"

as in alone. there are like…ten people going. i have to drive myself?

no way.

i don’t know why i’m so fucking pissed about it but i think it’s a) rude, b) i know everyone is all hugged up, but REALLY? c) not even in a caravan? he was like…"yeah, i’m meeting will at his house and we’re leaving from there.

sweet. i have no idea where this place is. i don’t want to drive alone and i honestly wasn’t planning on driving, period. john has molly and i was going to take some at the concert for the FIRST TIME. i’m not about to get behind the wheel high on ex EVER, but especially when i have no idea what it’s going to do to me.

i was really looking forward to tonight, too. maybe i’m blowing it out of proportion but i hate this kind of shit.