Alex is at the Blues Festival at Hartwood Acres right now. It really sucks that he came North for once and I don't even get to see him. I guess I could, but I don't want to pay $25 to get into a festival I'm not going to enjoy. Lame. I wish he would get his driver's license already. I swear he is horrible at making appointments. I should just do it for him and not tell him until we are there. Damn. Even if he can't get a car yet, at least a license would be progress. I hate knowing that he is so close. I can fucking feel the close proximity and it sucks! It would have been better if I thought he was at home. Grrrrrrrr...
It makes me want to hang out with Chelsea or Liv...or punch something. Or cry (same result). It's horrible that I only have two friends from high school left that I actually want to see. And I can't.
Liv will be back in August, but she's going to be sad every time I see her because Harold will still be in Japan. I mean, she was kinda sad last summer because Harold was in Kutztown, but that was different. She got to see him every month, and she wasn't reminded of him by her core passion. Now every time she thinks about Japan or anything Japanese, she's gonna think of him. Which means work for me. But whatever. It's better than nothing.
I kinda want someone to punch me in the face.
Someone should punch me in the face.
But not in the nose.
That would hurt.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
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