I don't know why I'm writing this tonight, when I'm tired as balls, as opposed to last night, when I couldn't sleep, but I think that it takes about 24 hours for things to really sink into my head. Anyway, a few of us went to Tony's last night after our plans were sabotaged, and apart from some really immature prank calling that was fun nonetheless, a lot of talking was done that got me thinking (24 hours later, of course). Someone mentioned that the high school I went to was full of cliques and such. And then Tony told me of the clique that he thought I was apart of. And he was right. I would always pride myself on being legit friends with almost everyone: the basketball team and most other atheletes (douchebag or not), the drama kids (I just wanted to be on the Student News), those ridiculously smart kids from NHS, and people who were pretty much normal (I liked them the most). But I guess from year to year I migrated towards hanging out more with one group to another, and the group I hung out with my senior year was my defining clique, I guess. Luckily I met Phil and Jake my junior year, and I've been in pretty much the same clique since. And frankly, I don't want to leave this group. We don't take shit from anyone, but we're not gonna mess with you if you don't mess with us. Except for Tony. I can't make any promises with him. Plus we hang out everyday, as Mike stated tonight. Maybe its because we don't have anything better to do, or maybe we're just too good for anyone else. Yea....I think its the first one, too.
I decided tonight that I loathe fake people. Not just hate them. Loathe them. Luckily there have been no incidents with that lately, but I kind of just thought that up in my head just now. These type of peeps need to take a bow out of my life. "Hey, I'm going to act all friendly and close to you at first, but I'm really only out for my best interests." Good Riddance (And not the song, fake people shouldn't be associated with a great song like that).
Remember all my whining and complaining about Dave going back up north? Well if I'm not mistaken, he'll be home in 5 days. Boom. He also needs to start his blog. You can't just set one up and not write anything. That's rude.
I don't think I've talked to anyone from St. Ed's in about a day and a half. That is a record. And also needs to end.
Man, my last post was depressing. That's the last time I stay home for a night. I had work the next day, but from now on, I think I'll just go out regardless. I can sleep when I die.
I want a frickin awesome dog when I move out for good. Like everytime I see a good looking one, I'll start the thinking process, and then I'll rememember that I don't want this place to be 101 dalmations, because this is America, son. I read a book recently about a super intelligent dog that nods and shakes its head and stuff like that. That would be bitchin.
Be yourself. Stop trying to model others. It only makes you look bad and people assume you have a low self esteem. Which would be true. And don't think that others won't notice when you copy them or do something just to be in league with them. People aren't stupid. They sure act like it, but they also have the capacity to be smart sometimes. So be yourself.
I'm so tired. I can't even read what I'm typing anymore. Time for bed. Nighty night, world.
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