So if you kept up with this journal (even thought I kind of didn't) or talked to me, you have known that I was going out with Joe. Then last night he calls me to break up with me. I'm not hurt, or angry. I'm more confused on what happened. He was talkin to me on the phone and I had the feeling as if I just got off a rollercoaster, you know that dizzyness sensation. So I hung up with him and I felt as if I just got out of a car accidence, I was shookin up and confused then anything. I mean, where the hell did all this come from? He says that the idea just popped into his head. I'm sorry but if you care about someone that much then ideas like that don't just pop, most of the time they are brought on by something someone has said or something someone has done to you. Whatever! I just need a hug or a laugh or sleep...I have realized that sleep cures all things.
My sister says that he's a rat bastered and I should kick him to the curb and while he's biting it stomp on his head (have i ever mentioned how much i love her?). My girl firends have said that boys suck and we should throw rocks at them, and are trying to get me out to pick up someone new, older, and has a real job. My guy friends have asked me if I want them to hunt him down and hurt his little ass. And I know if I told my parents that they would be like "see we told you so, don't date down..blah blah blah." I sit and look at all these people and tell them that he's a good kid who just doesn't know what he wants. He still wants to be friend with me and such, I'm cool with that. I'll just think about him the way I used to before the night we went bowling ever happened. Not a big deal, not a great loss. Part of my just wishes he told me something was up the Saturday night and broke up with me then, so I can kick him out of my car. But at the same time part of me is glad he did it over the phone 'cause I can hang up whenever I feel like it.
Maybe that's just a start to a bad week off from school. 'Cause today I was driving to find out where the mini golf place is that Libby, Joe, Kyle and I are going to go. I was comming home and stopped 'cause there was a school bus on the other side of the road, and I get hit from behind by some spic. Hell after getting hit by a pick up truck in the mountains, my car just looked at this little car as if it was nothing. If you ever want to get your kids a first car, I recommend Grand Am's, they can take a licken and keep on tickin.
Well c'est la vie. The rest of my week looks kind of normal, seeing how I'm off I'm gonna sleep mad late! My mom wants me to go into school with her to see the new kids she has, thursday I'm thinking of going to Applebee's to just chill with my boys, friday my mom and dad are going away 'cause of their 30 yr anniversity, so I'm gonna stay home and watch some movies, saturday i'll go mini golfing and then going to see my old high school march in Giant's Stadium with Maggie. And that's about it.
I'll try to keep this updated often unless I get bored with it, but yeah. So far this isn't a good week, hope it gets better...