My computer is breaking, so I've been off it recently. My iPad has been a life saver.
I went out with Janelle, Michael and Tiffany to The Witches Brew for an overpriced meal. I mean, it always delivers, but I'm a cheap bastard these days.
I'm more frustrated with the fact that it's impossible for me to hang out with any of these friends of mine because they're chronic cancellors. Granted, they can't do much about it, but you figure they would tell their parents they have something planned and they'd work around it. I guess not.
So, I spend my weekends watching Supernatural, fawning over Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles. I'm hoping I meet someone in college who loves this show as much as I do.
It bothers the hell out of me that Tiffany complains about all these people but does nothing to remedy the situation. You are not obligated to continue hanging out with them, Jesus Christ. I feel like a broken record, telling people the same things because they won't listen to me.
Claudia is pissing me off too. Unfortunately, I can't drop her like I usually do people because I have my off-period with her and lunch. Yay, my socializing hours are clogged with people I despise.
Janelle asked me if Michael was okay, so I honestly responded to her and told her that he's not bad, but he's not fine, either. I told her not to make it a big deal and she went to go talk to Nuzzi about it. I don't know why I bother speaking anymore.
Especially with Nina and Inkspots. Jesus Christ, man. I ask you to do something, something which involves PUBLISHING YOU in the magazine and you throw me some bullshit. She's so wrapped up in her fucking head I can't even believe it.
I don't understand why following a request is so difficult.
I'm so fucking tired.
