You don't know

I slept in really late today. I was feeling kinda ill after last nights events. I didn't do much today. I feel like a bum, but at least I got out and walked for half an hour. Tamara left text messaged me last night to go shopping this weekend...but did she call? No...Mike told me he would call today, but did he call? No. Figures. I just shouldn't include them as my friends anymore. Friends shouldn't bitch about eachother as much as I do. I wish I had better friends. I wish I was back at school. Then at least Chelsey and I could relate or something. Gah. Look what I have to put up with, a bunch of idiots for buddies. At least I have Kath here. I've been having a good time with her. I just don't want her to get all moody again if I don't call all the time. I like to do other things too. I'm a bad friend. I'm stopping here.

Oh man. I just got home and I am drunk off my ass. Katherine was worse then I was though. My mom even woke up and came down here to talk to me. I pulled a sober face and tried to explain my evening. I got back so late though. I wonder if she thinks that we were drinking..eek. It was fun though. The boys weren't that much to hang out with...they were mellow drunks, but we had fun nonetheless. After seeing the Italian Job...the four of us went to Seven Eleven...or I guess that was before we saw the Italian Job. We went to 7 eleven and immediately this guy with a huge afro ponytail came up to the car and asked us for change...we asked him for two cases of carona's. He did it for an extra five bucks...after that some girl asked if we could buy her cigarettes...funny how that happened. It was carma or something...we couldn't refuse her, so aaron went inside and bought her some smokes. We got the beer...this guy was like..meet me around the block. Supposedly he wanted a ride. Steve chased after him to make sure he didn't steal the beer... and he was all like..scoot over so I can get a ride man...somethings going to go down...whatever...we were like gotta go...see ya later. So we got our booze and then we went to the movie and we came back and got plastered. We played kings and chilled. Katherine got worse then I did...she was a tiddy bit wobbly when we were walking home. I felt bad cause the boys walked me all the way home and they live quite a distance from my house....oh well. I'm just hoping that my mom couldn't tell that I was completely out of it...

this blog is so much more fun then my other one...yay...

Where to begin. There are so many things that I wish I had been able to write, but I guess we can only start in the "now." Tonight is a good jumping off point.

I hate waiting around. This is what my family makes me do. I have to wait till Pascal gets home, then I have to wait till dinner's made, and then I have to wait some more until I finish riding the stupid stationary bike (which doubtfull cut into any of my hefferness). I can't even plan to do anything until after this whole routine is finished, and by that time it's 8:00 and people have already started any plans they made for the evening. Let's point out one prime example - Mike. Yes. I can't decide if I love him or I hate him. Maybe I only love him, because I can't seem to find anyone out there to love me. It's not like Mike does anway, so why do I even bother? Last Thursday he is all talk about how this weekend is going to be soo great or shall I say, so "off the chain," becaus he will have the housesitting house and his brother is 21 and so we could go there and drink and chill. To me it sounds like a good idea. Why pass up a chance to get a little plastered and hang out with this guy I have a mad love crush on for about two years? So, I figure, he'll call. He'll let me in on what's going on afterhours. This doesn't happen. I instead, wait until my stupid routine is over and then I call him all eager to get over there and hang out. I call...he's drunk...sorry Robin, I can't come get you, but let me tell you that i'm having a lot of fun....He asks if I can get a ride over there...yes...my mom is really going to drive me out all the freak out to Marine Dr. to hang out with a drunk person. I think it would be too obvious. I mean, why wouldn't Mike give me a ride in the first place. He was like...oh I forgot to call when I came over here. Forgot my ass. Watch me call you again...Let's just same i'm a little pissed off. For god's sake Mike, don't fucking tell me about shit if you aren't going to follow through with crap. I hate that!

Here we go. The non-edited version. I guess I'll post in my other blog and then copy that and add a little "zest" to it, if you will. I'm sick of editing my thoughts for the convinience of others. It sickens me to think that I keep a journal where I can even write down all of what I want to say. I have to keep crap hidden, because I might hurt someone's feelings...boohoo. If you are a bitch to me, i'm going to bitch about you. That's the rules, and since noone reads this, I can do and say whatever the fuck I want to.