Happy Mole Day! (what to do, what to do)

Last night I wanted to bang my head against the keyboard a mole of times. So serious. My weekend was miserable, boring, blah blah blah. I mean, not miserable, but nothing to be thrilled about or anything. I’ve been kind of in my depressed phase the past couple of days over, well, love I guess, or whatever you want to call it. So then last night to hear that everyone else had such a darn fine weekend was too much to handle.

Aims logged on, and I guess she’d had an awesome sweetest day hangin out with her pants and all that fun stuff. (Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you had a good time, I just couldn’t handle it at the moment…) Then Erik logs on and tells me how this is the happiest he’s been in like… forever. And about some girl he met and really “digs”… and this is, what, a week after his really long-time gf breaks up with him? He was ecstatic. The Emily logged on but I couldn’t handle talking to her… at all. I guess Meg had a relatively CC party-ish weekend. GRRRR.

And now I find myself to the point where I’m not even SURE I like Phil like that anymore. Today he just annoyed me, most likely cause we barely spoke or made eye contact, but still. He’s online right now… very little convo going between us. It’s like cause I missed two days of school last week we’re suddenly… drifting or something? Dunno.

After I dropped Aaron off after school, I was driving home. We I’m passing this red truck, and I hear someone shout my last name out the window. Before I heard that I thought the person looked familiar, but it didn’t register until I’d passed already. Well, it was Doug. He was at the wheel, which is scary enough as it is, but he also saw me and sort of said hi en route. That somehow made my day. Why? No frickin clue, because Doug is a moron. And Doug likes Sharon. And Doug hates my mom. (who probably hates him back) And Doug is… well, Doug.

So that’s that. I have to go practice for my piano lesson… cause I didn’t before. Oh well.

~swept away as always~

@~>~>-dreamergrrl

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I wouldn’t say I had a great weekend. I had a quiet weekend. I’m trying to enjoy that. I’ve decided to forget my orange shirt. Literally.

yeah, I had an awful weekend too…gosh…I think you and I are the same person. it’s insane. It’s like one of those freaky stories where twins get separated at birth and they meet up later on in life and…I’m crazy

aww, klaymz, im soooo sorry. if you didnt want to hear it, just tell me next time, k? i’ll totally understand.