quickish update, no? i've had a shitload of shit on my mind, and i'd love to sit here and type it out and atleast know that someone/anyone read it. but i really don't have time. and i feel like i never have time anymore. i don't know who i'm becoming, but it's okay you could say. i'm not the same person. and i don't even know who i am anymore. every night i find myself taking however many random pills i can and smoking marijuana. why? because i'm not happy. why? because being happy doesn't run in my bloodstream. why? if you know why, then fucking fix it. this past week has been hectic and exciting. travis, keith, and i drank a bunch some night ago. travis got really sick, as did keith, but travis was worse. brandon helped out. and got that mess taken care of. every night after that has been keith, kat, brandon, chris, nadya, bryan, george, and whoever else smoking pot, taking pills, and hanging out. having this many friends is pretty fucking weird. last night was a family night. sheena, mom, and i went to broad ripple [one of my favorite places, ever.] for a blues fest. it was loaded with drunks and cute boys and i could have gave a fuck less. they both got drunk and i stayed sober, due to having to. we laughed our asses off and listened to shitty blues while checking boys and girls out. bytheway, i've never been hit on by so many men. men. not boys. when i turn eighteen and finish school, i plan on moving to broad ripple if i'm not out of indy by then. just for a bit. last night was really good. with the blues fest, and spending time with the family, we found a lost pitbull on the way home in the street. she was running around and panting and being the sweetest fucking shit ever. so i had this brilliant idea of bringing her home. we did so, called the rabies number on her tag to see if we could get an owner's name or number, and they were closed. so we made sheena keep her for the night. keith and i hungout all last night taking pills and doing stupid shit. brandon hungout for a bit and traded us drugs and whatnot. so did bryan. but they both went inside after three am. so just keith and i hungout at my house. i don't remember what we did. the pills knocked me on my ass and made me nearly puke. thank god for not eating some times. around one pm brandon knocked and said that the owner of the pitbull was outside and putting fliers up. we ran out there and told her that i had it. she started crying, and it was really really sad. steve nor sheena were home, so we broke in and grabbed her. that lady cried and cried and hugged me. payed me fifty dollars. good deal, good deal. i could give a fuck less about the money. losing an animal that you're close to hurts a fuckload. turns out, she's the lady that i got into a verbal fight with last year in the middle of the street for calling us, "loud ass stupid fucking punk ass bitches." [being a libra fucking blows.] i'm single, and i'd like to keep it that way. forever, i wish. girls and guys are a waste of fucking time. yeah, i do like someone. you think i wanna date them? no thanks. today kat's coming over. we're getting marijuana tonight, so tonight will be good. even though i'm running on no sleep, even after those pills last night, i still have an open house to go to at three [for the best house in decatur]. i just wanted to update on the big issues right now. and i hope everyone on here is doing good. really. please take care, everyone.