First things first:
DANIEL'S COMING HOME!
This is like, the best news I've had the entire week. I was crying when he told me online that he would be coming back from Texas - it's an honorable discharge due to a breach of contract.
I'm so happy!
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was the greatest movie ever. EVER.
Now, onto a rant thinger, to simply put a damper on things.
Hrm. Some people are just... just... I can't even find the words for it. They'll act all nice to you, and then they'll turn around and quietly slit your throat.
Wait, correction; they're not even nice at all.
Not even in person.
Why the hell do I hang out with these people, then? Why do I? I'm sick of the condesending attitudes, the cheap thrills at being pompous and idiotic. You think you're so smart, so much higher than everyone else. You rant in your diary when nobody's looking, like a secret club where you can boast about yourself and make fun of your quote friends.
Well guess what? Two can play at this game.
I'll keep on smiling, and acting, because that's what you do, act. Oooh, friends, they fit on my checklist of everything that I need to accomplish in life, so I'm just going to put a big, fat red X next to that box.
Sweetie, you can uncheck that box.
It's not being a true friend when you talk down to your friends. Or when you make fun of other peoples' emotions because guess what? You don't have any. That's right - you're a cold-hearted, emotionless person, and you can't hide behind your little wall anymore. You'd step on a newborn baby if it would get you ahead in life. How frickin' sick is that? Maybe you should look back on your life and give it a really huge look-over.
That's all I have to say for now.
