Well, it has been quite a while since I've written. Jake and I are really over this time. We broke up for the last time in September. He's dated 2 girls and he's still with the second, Megan Watkins. I have dated no one. But therre's Mark Manning..... That's going nowhere. Then this morning he says to me, "You need a new jacket. This one looks like it came from the family dollar." 1.) I like my hoodie. 2.) It didn't come from the Family Dollar. I got it at Bealls. 3.) I don't give a damn what other people think about what I wear. I wear it for me. Not them. 4.) I don't need a new one. I guess Mar is a stuck up little bastard. I guess he thinks I am a cheap little bitch, unworthy of his time because I bought an item of clothing at an outlet mall, and it cost less than $30. The fact that that particular comment was made doesn't bother me. The fact that Mark said it does bother me. I thought he was cooler than that. Oops. I was wrong. Like I'm wrong most of the time when it comes to the male gender. So, after he said that I told him he was stuck up and he's like, "I don't know what tha means." Seriously? OMG. Not the brightest crayon in the box, are we? Then Iput on my headphones and proceeded to ignore him. I guess he didn't get it because when I leaned my head against the window, he put his head on my shoulder. I was so mad that I cried. I cried from Ochwilla to the bus loop, and although he was leaning on my shoulder, he never even noticed. Good. Fucking insensitive male bastard.