I've added some extra-special goodies to my diary. Like the sidebar?
I need to update this thing badly. So much has happened in such a small span of time from the last time I wrote something in this little thing...
First we'll get to Spork's Sweet 16. It started out pretty good. I wore a really nice outfit, because as the best friend of the birthday girl, I felt obligated to do this. I've been questioned on why I got so nicely dressed, and if it's a tradition or whatever. Actually, it's not. It's just something I do out of respect, that I feel special towards that person.
I arrived early, and we were led down to her new, huge basement. It's like a chain of rooms with different surprises around each and every turn. And with 21 people, it was the perfect size. Plus, her family had just bought a foosball table, which is a surprisingly addictive game. If you don't know what that is, it's a table-like game modeled after soccer. Immediately many of us drifted over towards the table, and began a game. More and more people joined in.
Then for most of the night, Spork was angry at me. I won't get into details, this has already been cleared up. It was a huge misunderstanding...
The concert was the next day, and it was amazingly great. Joel from Good Charlotte threw his water bottle at us, and me and Spork drank out of it. Spigot seemed slightly grossed out by the whole ordeal...Less than Jake was great as well, and New Found Glory was hysterically funny. Chalk it up as one of the best experiences in a while.
I actually don't know how to describe myself now. I'm happy, but sad at the same time. I didn't know you could feel this way at once, a feeling of pining away your days. Lately I've just been pacing around my house, thinking about a lot of things. About life, about which direction I should take it in. There's just too much going on, and lately I've felt overwhelmed. It's a never-ending rollercoaster of emotions, but somehow in the middle of it I'm happy. It doesn't help that it's that time of the month again, and crazy moodswings come along with it...
So I'm signing off now. I love you, I hate you.
- Punk Rock Cinderella -
