Life

I've given up on relaxing and spending useless time home with myself. I've been going non-stop. I love it. I love this lifestyle.

Last night, once I got out of work, I came home to change and then sped off to Heather's house. I was so excited to just get there and hang out with her, I felt like I was jumping out of my skin. I'm so glad we're friends again, because hanging out with her reminds me of why I used to love her so much, and how we were such close friends. We just get along so well, it's unexplainable.

When I got there, her parents were so happy to see me. I use to almost live there for the four or five years I lived next door. Since I've moved, I think I've been there once or twice, and that was in the beginning. Her Mom couldn't believe how much I've grown up. She kept talking about it and asking me all these questions about myself. It was nice, and so refreshing.

Heather, her boyfriend Justin, and I, all left and headed towards the beach. We called Susan, and her and her boyfriend Liam finally decided they would meet us there. We walked around and talked and ate fried dough. Heather's boyfriend is really nice, and it's so obviously they're deeply in love with each other. I'm really happy for Heather, because he makes her so happy and he's just a really genuine guy. He isn't fucked up, or sketchy, or anything, so I'm happy for her. The only big deal is his age, and the whole time we were hanging out I didn't even think about it. He acts like all the friends I hang out with, so I don't have a problem with him being a bit older.

Susan and Liam showed up shortly after I finished eating the fried dough. Liam seems pretty cool as well, he's rather funny, but a bit quieter than all of us. After freezing our asses off, we decided to meet back at Susan's house. We all sat in the kitchen and talked and did crossword puzzles on Susan's cereal until 2 am, or maybe even 2:30. Then, because Heather had to be awake at 6, I brought her and her boyfriend back to her house and said goodnight.

I got back home around 3, and Ray was home after his concert he went to. I'm kind of upset I had work because I really wanted to go to that concert. The whole concert situation with my life right now has me a bit frustrated because in the past few months I haven't been able to go to the concerts I've wanted to go to. It really wasn't my choice, either. Ray didn't want to go because the money has been tight, but I kind of think he just wasn't interested in spending money on bands he didn't like. I wanted to see Apocalyptica because I've really gotten into them lately, and then I wanted to see the Mars Volta but we didn't go to that either. I don't know, I just feel kind of cheated because he didn't really have the money to spend on the concert he went to last night, and that concert cost more than the two I wanted to go to. I would have paid, too. Blah, I don't know. I shouldn't complain, I guess I'm just jealous because I wish I were the one telling him how good such and such band was instead of the other way around.

He wasn't happy with me when I got home, and it really put me in a sour mood, which has carried over into today. Since I've begun hanging back out with Heather and Susan, he hasn't acted happy for me in the least. Everything I tell him, he has something rude to say back, and he actually put me in tears the other night while I was on break at work and I called him to talk to him about my plans and whatnot. I'm just so happy and it's like he doesn't agree with it at all. Oh well.

Well Monica is here, so tata!