i've come to exactly one simple conclusion. men are assholes. :) simply stated and easily proved. men are becoming obsolete. all women need these day is a turkey baster...and a sperm bank. all women need for sex is a vibrator. and ya know what i just realized? women are becoming the same way. in fact...what the hell is keeping the good men around women. why do they settle down and get married just to have rugrats that overpopulate this god-forsaken planet anyways??? i don't get it anymore than i can spell it.
what brings on this liberating speech, you say? well, my dad is a complete asshole...to put it bluntly. he's such a jerk to my mom. i swear to god...a word of advice to all men: don't ever try to be funny. it just leaves you in a harder situation to get out of. my mom called my dad up one day at work. mom: "come pick me up for lunch." dad: "what is this my punishment?" mom: "fuck you". CLICK. dial tone...hahahaha
i haven't fought with chris for sooooo long. it's amazing. we're getting along. watch, now we'll have a huge fight or something. i love hanging out with chris' friends. his friends zac and jay..they are so cool. i love 'em. they're like second and third brothers to me. zac is like my real brother. i sorta talk to him more than my brother.
andra really pisses me off sometimes. sorry, andra. she's too shy to hang out with her boyfriend of a couple of months when his family and such are present. it's so silly. :) it really is, andra. you have to get over shyness...otherwise you're going to miss a lot of interesting, different, and enlightening things. god...okay. just cut the shyness crap.
bryan is supposedly coming home next week or something. i dont know what to feel anymore. this teenage mind can take no more of confusing thoughts and hormones being tosses to and fro.
i went to fireworks tonight for the fourth of july. and in the middle of talking about what i wanted to do with my life (ie. fashion designer...some designer of any sort) i thought about bryan a lot. i was sorta wondering what his hotel room looked like down in florida...and what he was doing. and if he was thinking about me. god....if i end things..i'm going to regret it. we're not going out...so i don't know what to do. frankly this whole love saga thing is pissing me the hell off.
