I feel tired, weary, whatever other adjectives you want to throw into the pot.
Some days, when I come on here to write, I am bursting with topics, ideas, feelings, emotions. Other days, I just feel nothing. Today is one of the latter days. Therefore, I'm turning to a sort of daylog.
The weekend was pretty good, considering that I was sick and couldn't go out on Friday. I therefore missed my friends perform in the play. I hate that I'm sick, and that I have the condition known as migraines.
Joe came over on Saturday. He surprised me. I had no idea that he was coming at all, and it turns out that he planned the entire thing with my mother. It was perhaps one of the sweetest things that has happened to me in a while. He brought over this bouquet of roses and a card, and himself, of course. I was, to say the least, shocked. He is just about the most perfect boyfriend a girl could ever hope for, dream for. I absolutely love him.
Oh, and while we were eating dinner at my house, an idiot prank-called his cell phone. Yes, I know who it was. All I can say is, it's getting old now. You two still haven't gotten over events that occured literally a year ago. One year ago. It just shows that you have no life, or anything better to do. We're over you. Everyone is. Now it's laughable, sad, and pathetic. Thanks for the laughs, though... it's amusing to see how low people can sink.
Anyway, getting back to more positive things. You know those times when you feel as if there isn't a single person in the world that cares? Everything is quiet, I feel disconnected... That sort of thing. Always, when I'm feeling down, Sti or Joe happen to call. They pick me up so much; speaking to them is the greatest feeling in the world. I absolutely adore their company. Thank you you two. For everything, thanks. :)
