The past few weeks have gone by so fast. School's weird this year. People are weird this year. Everything's kind of different. Especially Jordan. I still have my Sarina though. Sheit, I'll always have my nigga Sarina.
It's kind of strange, and a little bit relieving... for the first time in my life, the last thing I want is to get involved with anyone. For the first time since as long as I can remember, I don't feel like I NEED someone to be okay. It feels kind of nice. It's about time I grew up, and stopped clinging to every guy that shows me the least bit of affection. I'm just going to wait until the right guy finds me, and when he does I'm sure I'll know. And hey, it might not be for a while, but that's okay. I'm going to wait until I find someone that I can actually settle down with. And until then... man, I'm just chillin'. As long as there's beer to preoccupy me, I'll be aight.
I'm supposed to chill with Travis this weekend. I miss that kid. We walked around the townhomes the other night for like an hour having a political conversation, and I can't really get into those anymore like I used to. I feel so brain dead lately.
It's like 1:00 in the morning, and everyone's sleeping because they're fags and they have school tomorrow. I just got back from Sidepocket, which is totally lame now that they banned smoking. Justin and Josh tried to teach me how to play pool... I'm not half bad.
I'm using Nikki's computer right now. Mine crashed, and it is fucking DEAD. Deceaced. No more.
The other one got stolen by FBI agents two years ago, and we don't have the money for a new one, so I probably won't be updating often AT ALL... for those of you that actually find entertainment in reading this.
In the words of Luda:
"When life feels hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus....
empty beer bottles, and roaches.
It helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed.
And all I hear is... FUCK THE WORLD!"