You know what I hate!!!!!!!!!1 I hate when people pretend to like someone then they go talk about them behind their backs. It's totally stupid. It's like, I get called a bitch for telling people how I really feel about them good or bad. But yet someone who lies to a person and say stuff like, "Oh, I like you. You are nice" that person is seen as a nice person for not saying, um, the truth. Ughhhhhhhhh. Anyways, whatever. So, I have the intense need to shop right now, so I am going to gap.com after I finish this. Yeah yeah, Rosie' always pick at me about shopping at the gap. It's not like I'm shopping at Abercrombie & Finch.. God. Anyways, I have a new net friend name Jodi, and she's wants to jump my bones so bad. She's totally weird though. It's like she wants me to talk to her, but she wants me to only talk seriously and she doesn't want to hear about rosie. I don't know. I think she's psycho, but if I ever said that to her or Rosie, they would both be totally pissed at me. Yet again, for letting people know how I truely feel and not lieing to them, I get called a bitch or a meany. Ugh. Well, I gotta go shop. Talk to you all later. Soon, I promise
Okay, a lot has happened. I found out the girl I used to be in love with, Brandie, is about to get married to the jerk I can't satnd, James K. And Guess what, I'm invited to the friggin wedding. Ughhhhhhhhhh. Brandie and I have know each other for about two years, and she's known him about a year. Yet she isn't "allowed" to talk to me for extended periods of time, nor is she allowed to go to lunch with me like we used to. It's like, man, wow, he's in control, eh? He's 26 and she's 19. Ew. So, the wedding is tommorow, Saturday the 25th, at 1 pm. So, then I found out a couple of days ago, a friend of mine died. His name was Scott. I put the ad that was in the newspaper in the blog. I was good friends with him in middle school, but we kinda lost touch in high school. It totally sucks. I cried and laughed, and cried. His funeral is at 5pm tomorrow, saturday 25. The same day I found out about scott, I locked my keys in my car ...