Here's To You And Your...Lover Boy

There's really no point in updating this. I'm in a rotten mood. I feel like I once again fucked everything up. I made some more stupid mistakes. God, I'm such an idiot sometimes!

I guess I feel so rotten because I had such a good time spending time with Emily. We bought Pocky. The Terminal was pretty good. I liked it a lot. And though I'll deny it, I really don't give a shit about where the croissant came from. Really. Damn Frenchies....I was kind of disappointed that we didn't get to see Fruity Bag Guy, however. I disapprove of my behavior and it's eating away at me right now. So sorry if I've been really bitchy.

Well, tomorrow I'm going to see Shrek 2 with Han (maybe Amy). Then Friday I'm going to see White Chicks with Bianka. I'm really looking forward to tomorrow. I hadn't seen Han in about a year. I think. Well, it feels like light years. Plus, we can't just forget about our friendship in the eighth grade.

Come to think about, I'd like to forget eighth grade along with ninth grade. Seventh too. I was a downright bitch that year. Sixth year was just full of embarrassment. Fifth grade was my first B and when I broke my arm. Fourth grade was a good year. Third was too uncomfortable for me. Second grade, well, all I can remember were instances of embarassment. I only remember Matt from first grade. I remember absolutely nothing about kindergarten and the only thing I remember about preschool was Maria chasing Jason around. Maria was wearing that pink and blue windbreaker she would always wear.

But that's relatively pointless. And no one cares. Ah well.

I mean, there's always tenth grade to look forward to, eh? One year closer to my death day.

I shouted something stupid a little too loud in the parking lot today. It reminded me of the time when Eric...*blush*. Well, let's avoid that part. Well, I yelled a little too loudly about something going missing in my pants (it sounds weird, don't worry about it...). Anyways, just thought I should mention that. It is my blog after all.

Another point to add to that list in the first entry.
-Blog is just more fun to say than Blurty or LiveJournal.

I think, for my upcoming birthday, I would very much like a shopping spree at Media Play. Yes, that's right. Media Play over Best Buy. No, not because of Fruity Bag Guy, but because they have Pocky! Plus, Best Buy doesn't sell Plushies of Kureneko.

I almost wet my pants with the news I heard tonight. Pre-camp is next week! How come I haven't been recieving any emails about this?! I haven't been recieving a single email about anything involving anything about marching band. Perhaps they don't want me in it anymore. Good, because I don't want to be in it anymore. But I've wound myself up in it too far, I have to stay. Damn it!

I remember the first time I ate Pocky. *blush* Another Eric memory.

Like I said, completely pointless.

I'm really...lonely again. Really lonely. I mean, I know I've been busying myself with people, but it's not that kind of lonely. It's not the "desperation for a boyfriend" kind either. It's more like, someone who used to love me a lot doesn't love me at all anymore, and I can't quite put my finger on who it is or why he/she had any reason to stop loving me.

Well, I better put an end to this entry. It's getting really late, plus my bed looks incredibly welcoming right now.

PS: Please remind me to stick a wine uncorker thingey through the part of my brain that controls my actions. I think it would do my tiny tiny corner of the world a good deed. Oh, so tiny...