I'm quite pissed off at 2 certain friends of mine. & for a FIRST, one of those isn't Willy! Wow, didn't think that was possible... Haha. Yeah, well, these 2 friends of mine, I just want to punch them both in the face. My parents are going to YET another concert without me. I wouldn't care that much, except that one of the headlining acts is Dave Matthews Band. So, I'm also mad at them. Hmmmm, yeah. I woke up at 2 PM today. No idea how I slept that long. 12 hours. That is a bit much...Oh well. Whatever. I'm just not in the mood to write, or talk to anybody, or even think. I would like to go destroy something, though. Take some built up anger out. It'd be nice. Ahhhh FUCK! It's only Friday night. EIGHT DAYS. I definitely need a vacation from this place. Even though, it's only going to be for a week. The beach. Sand. Ocean. Watching people wake up really early to go surf. Surfers♥. Seashells. ♥the wonderful things that go with the ocean. I hate the ocean though. I hate swimming in it. Only from past experiences in it. =( I think I just need a hug. Or something. I'm really sad. For like no fucking reason. =( I ♥ you, Ryan. =)