Don't you just hate it when you're friends don't fucking listen to you. Yet you listen to what they have to say even though it's the most boring, useless stuff. But then they can't return the favor and listen to the most likely boring and useless I have to talk about. Nope. I've been having a pretty shit-filled day. I don't know. Like I just haven't been with it for a while now. I'm just not here mentally, I guess is what I'm going to call it. But like, I've been getting more pissed off at simple things lately. I'm uberly stressed out. I've been getting sick. And like it feels as if only Brittany will listen to me these days. None of my other friends have been pulling through. Fuck it, they don't tell me shit anymore. I guess I'm untrustworthy or something. I try my hardest to tell them things, to see if they can help me but they just won't open their ears to what I have to say. And it really hurts. The good things about today:: I went and took my Learner's Permit test. You're only allowed to miss three, and I missed three, so I have my permit now. Only took me a year and three months to do it. I talked to Luis and he told Andrew about us and Andrew seems okay with it. He thinks it's going to be weird because of how far apart Luis and I are. I also talked to Andrew because he was hanging out with Luis at the time. They were going to see The Pursuit of Happiness. And then tomorrow they're going snowboarding. =[ But I want to talk to Luis for like three hours straight. Last night it total, we probably talked for like an hour and thirty minutes. I was asked out today. The guy knows that I have a boyfriend and the conversation that took place went something like this: Him: wanna go out with me? Me: I have a boyfriend. Him: but what if you didn't? Me: I don't know. you're my best friends' brother so it'd be a little weird. I think he only asked me out because earlier I asked him why he's never asked me out if he likes me so much. And he told me it's because I'd say no. That's terrible. But it's for the most part true. I don't know what to do. I'd say knocking myself out right now with some kinda pills would be a great idea. I'd fucking LOVE it. But I shouldn't do that. Yesterday when I was on the phone with Luis he made fun of me because I was colouring. And then today he was like "are you still coloring?" GRRR. It's like "Hey, Luis, would you like to receive a punch in the face when I come down to Virginia?" We trust each other. That's good. But like he's nineteen. He told me that he's cheated a few of his old girlfriends. That's not good. Oh well. If he cheats on me, he'll get beat up by Andrew, my brother, and my dad. He's like frightened of my dad. It's funny. He thinks my dad is going to kill him and everything. Speaking of my dad, it's his birthday today. He's the BIG fifty. Haha. I gave him a huge roll of duct tape and a CD of some sort. I really don't know. I'm still in a really fucking bad mood. Tis almost Christmas. Tis bullshit. Does it feel like Christmas? NOPE. Does it even feel like December??? Definitely not. Gosh!!! Lame! I think I might go to bed early. I'm so completely out of it.