Alright, If you ever read this then you will know this is about you. Hence the title. You intrigue me. Yes, I think that about sums it up. Next topic!
Ashley and Logan are coming over tomorrow. I don't know what we are going to do. Maybe explore my new surroundings a little, seeing as I haven't done that yet.I should with them, it may be fun. Supposed to have a beach access around my house somewhere too. I feel strangely sad, but I do not know why. I was happy up until about and hour ago or so. Ah well. This too shall pass. I wish I could speak japanese fluently, or any language other then English.
My cat is sitting on my forearm. I think she thinks that I'm her pet. Which could very well be so. She is quite demanding. And she doesn't meow either. She just whines, a lot. I am writing in my blog because I have nothing better to do.
Right now I am depressed, well, just sad. I miss RJ, he seems to be the only other person on this earth that undestands me fully without me explaining myself. People like that are in short supply. I'm glad I get to see him in march, yup, for like a week. Maybe 2. .....(sigh) No one is talking to me except Craig. Logan and Sarah are ignoring me. But ah well, ashley just came online, she'll talk to me. But I think shes mad at me. And craig just went to mix sugar with brown sugar and maragarine and eat it. He is stunned I tell ya, stunned. Still being ignored. I don't really care anymore though. I will slide into my loner exsistence quietly and no one will ever know I wasn't there. Its not like they care that I am here.
Never felt this depressed before. Ah well. I've been masking happyness for too long. Its alright to be sad every once and a while.
Its 11:50 pm and I am writing a blog. How important am I? lol, I should be sleeping.
Brb.
Back.
Wow, I could be lying through my teeth right now to my maybe 5 readers and you would have no way of knowing. But I would, and I'm not.
Sarcasm is my forte. I can be a total bitch when I want to be.
Why does this always happen? I solve everyone elses problems to the best of my abilities and then mine start slithering into my mind? Because of course no one can solve their own problems. Where is someone smart when you need them. Not some immature little hormone driven prat that thinks their mature but are just a bit more mature then the giggling bafoons of their age.
See. 0 - bitch in .25 seconds. I think I should stop writing before I say something I should but won't regret later.
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