who was i kidding. so someone beat us to the house. and i was like well maybe an apartment is a better route to go. i'm the one organizing everything. looking for apartments, calling and priceing, setting up appointments to do walk throughs. getting the aps. i'm sick of it man. my friend talked me into wanting to move out with her and she's fuckin' lazy. argh whatever. i'm done. i should just stay at home and mooch off of my parents for as long as i should. i just founf out that her daddy is going to be paying her portion of the rent. it must be nice to have shit handed to you. no wonder she wants to move out on her own so bad...she doesn't have to work for it. this sux. i have this super big headache. i was supposed to go with her tonight to see this band that we like, but i really don't feel liek being smashed up against people and shit. iwihgdjhdsa. bah i'm so frustrated/mad/sad/depressed. i feel like i'm going insane. and i'm still lonely!