Listening to: Three Doors Down- Here Without You
Feeling: empty
So much for writing in this everyday, eh. I must have skipped a month and a few weeks, at least. I haven't felt like writing much lately. I don't know why. I keep getting these really low moods. Like really depressing, sad, and lonely.
I just felt that I had to update sometime, I guess. Matt and I aren't talking. Not really. Its been a week. And he usually doesn't start convos unless I do. So I don't see me starting them anytime soon. We kind of got in a fight last Sunday, when we last spoke. He thinks I still like him. I do. Kind of. But I lied to him and said I didn't. I can't let him go on thinking I'm some loser chick who gets crushes on people she barely knows. It's not like I love him or something. I'll get it over it sometime. I think. Hopefully soon. It's annoying thinking about it, when I know he doesn't feel the same way. Its also embarrassing having him think that way. So I had to lie, and I can’t talk to him unless I get over it. Or unless he has the decency to start first.
That's kind of the reason I stopped talking with him. We don't communicate the same way we used to. Most of it, I guess, is due to the fact that I still like him, and was stupid enough to admit it. Now I can't really talk with him the same way as I did before. And I guess he feels the same way about this awkward situation. Its sad, really. I used to be able to tell him things I've never told anyone my whole life. And now, I feel embarrassed saying any of these types of things to him. *sigh* Oh well…
On another note, Rob's cool. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have him to talk to. I probably would have done something stupid to myself. He keeps me sane. And he helps lighten practically anything. You know when its all supposed to be serious, he just makes some sarcastic remark or says something funny, and everything seems so much brighter. He’s a really good person. I wish there were more people like him.
Anyway, I came back from my trip to Germany about three weeks ago. Or something. I don’t even remember. The country itself is really beautiful. The people are really nice and friendly. But unfortunately, the people we were staying with weren’t as great. Our family. Disappointing, really. It’s the first time my siblings and me met one of our uncles and he acted like a jerk most of the time. The other uncle was just as bad, if not worse. Uncle #2, for some reason, enjoyed making fun of me and teasing me at every opportunity possible. So I just talked back. Gave him dirty stares. Rude remarks. That kind of made him shut up about certain things. But now he thinks I’m just some rude, spoiled Canadian girl. Lol. Up yours, fag ^_^ both uncles were very obsessed with television, like if the TV wasn’t on 24/7 they thought someone had died. No, literally. “why isn’t the TV on???†Anyway, before we left, I hid all the TV remotes. They won’t find them anytime soon. It was evil, but they shouldn’t watch so much TV. It’ll ruin their eyes *_*
In other news, I signed up for another course. I started it yesterday. It’s not what I was expecting. Plus the workload, along with my other 8 courses is just too much now. So I’m dropping it tomorrow. It sucks, in a way, because I went through a lot of trouble with the principle and guidance counselor to get it added to my schedule. Now they’ll just think they were right the whole time, and I couldn’t handle it. If any one of you two is reading this. FUCK YOU. I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU THINK, BECAUSE I KNOW YOU TWO ARE SLEEPING TOGETHER. USE IT AGAINST ME, AND I’LL USE THIS AGAINST YOU, YOU NASTY OLD PERVERTED HAGS.
Ok. I guess I should get working on my other course, which I still have not ocmpleted the assignment for, which was due 16 days ago…yeah, I’ll do that.
Good night
still, i'm gald to hear that, other then your uncles', Germany was cool. lol, i love that you hid the remotes.
as for the coarse, sometimes things happen, i mean, if the the administrators cant hande it they can piss off.
thanks for the comment :)
any who, i hope all is well ,or gets so,
Patric Nuttall