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| I No Longer Have...A LIFE |
| 02.24.04 (12:38 am) [edit] |
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I feel so empty...like I have no life. I spend most of my time in OC because I'm either at work or at school. I haven't had too much me time. I don't even know why I'm writing...I really don't have anything to say.
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| LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW NOBODY |
| 02.15.04 (2:10 pm) [edit] |
I would like to start my post for today with a little rant about people who know you but act like they don't in front of certain people.
Okay, so it's one thing if you went to high school together and then saw each other and didn't say much, especially if you're at work. That happened Friday, Liz and I went to eat at BJs we saw someone we went to school with and she just did her typical work schpiel which is fine. I don't mind, we were never friends, and we never really liked each other, so no hard feelings.
It's another thing if you are supposedly REALLY REALLY REALLY good friends with someone, especially someone who would say that you were one of her best friends. Same day, same restaurant, Liz and I were talking about stuff, we were done with our food, we paid the bill, we were just talking, and if we left five minutes earlier, we wouldn't have seen them. But we did, BAM four of them. One of them which I don't like, the other my supposed really good friend, and two other boys I went to high school with. The one that I don't like (she knows this, it's no secret), meekly says hello to me, and goes on to conversate with Liz, the supposed friend says NOTHING to me, like I don't exist. The supposed friend doesn't even look my way. Liz says "Heey girl, acting like you don't know nobody," and she responds with a "Huh?" not even "Hi," just "HUH?" They left...she didn't even mention in her xanga that she bumped into us at BJs, guess we're not important enought to mention...and so my words to her now...are...
FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOU!
Bitter? Maybe.
Now on to "VALENTINE'S DAY," I put that in quotes because I don't really "celebrate" it because I never really have a Valentine, last year kind of with MIKE, but this year, nothing. So it was just another Saturday to me. I woke up at 8 to get to work at 10 and hit traffic, and saw the unbelievable crowd for the tram, so I walked from the parking lot. Work was busy, like scary busy, it was worse than CHRISTMAS. The line was always either at the door or out the door.
Went home, hit some weird traffic, and then took a shower. Sara and I hung out, we called Moses, and we drove around looking for a place to chill, found nothing, and went our separate ways. Liz called during that process, and it kind of bugged me that she assumed that I was at home because she said "Get dressed," and I was like "Do you really think I'm home?" and she kept telling me and Sara to get dressed. They wanted to go to that ghetto club in the city. Then they were all getting weird on me when I said Moses was with me. It's so not a big deal. I mean it's not like we were alone. He was more for Sara than me. So Sara and I got some Del Taco, went to my house to talk, they called again and kept telling me to go over to the club, and I'm like, I'm really tired, I woke up at 8 this morning and I haven't been able to rest for a minute. So I hung up with them, Sara left early, and I got some sleep...HAPPY SATURDAY!
Work in a few hours.
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| Do I Really Want To Talk About It? |
| 02.11.04 (11:48 pm) [edit] |
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I haven't told too many people, but last Thursday as I was talking to my friend Mitch, I saw Bobby. Part of me wants to completely forget about the whole damn thing. Yes, it was nice to see him, and I love talking to him. Yes, he made my heart beat so fast. I just don't like the fact that he actually thought that I had been sending him text messages. He actually asked me if I had his number and he was really happy to know that I didn't. It was like, okay, so now you know I'm not stalking you... It bothers me to think that he thinks I'm sitting at home pining over him. That I haven't gone out with other guys and have kissed other guys and have had sex with other guys. I haven't been sitting at home waiting for him to come and change his mind. But it was nice to see him. Sometimes I think that maybe it would have been just easier if I didn't see him.
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