It's getting out of hand how many crushes I go through. I wish I could stop, it's making me feel incredibly guilty. It seems like every guy will only be my friend for a certain amount of time before feeling like they're aloud to have sex with me. I've made two decisions this weekend: a) No more high school boys. b) No more chemical drugs. It's not like either of them put me in that much danger, it's just that I'd rather not. Neither of them last long, neither of them make me a happier person in the long run. I drove Brittany home today. It was waaay exciting. Oh yeah. Except for the part where I was this close |-| to ramming into a car. Literally. Thank god for annoyed people all around you honking. Speaking of illegal, I found a million baaaaad things around my house today while cleaning. Had I not checked every spot in every room, I would have been screwed. I threw out two pairs of gross boys' underwear and found tons of cigarette butts, scraps of rolling paper, and one nice bong spill. I think I did a good job of taking care of it. But I'm still shaking with nervousness about getting caught. Agghh. At least I now know he's just a friend.