I am my own best friend.

Why hello there.

After much figuring and deciding (and crying in front of Raechelle) I have decided that I relate better with adults. So Raechelle and Trish are my best friends and Tyler is like my guy friend who's my age. I've decided not to be so lonely and to be more happy with myself, and accept who I am as my own best friend.

Before

After

Forgive the crappy alignment. Friggin' Blogger wouldn't let me put them on the same line.

But anyway.

Speaking of crappy, I really would like a new layout, not to mention a new banner. That picture is pretty outdated. Also the layout that I have sucks, and Pyzam has been failing me recently, so I think I'll just use a default one and be happy.

This has been a rather short post, brought to you by you're friends at... well, me.

This reeeeeeally sucks.

So guess what?

Stephanie doesn't want to be friends with me anymore either. And nobody else likes me, but I can't go anywhere else because no one will accept me, and in a lot of places, I don't necessarily want to be accepted. It's a fine line.

Oh yeah, and Kathy is being extremely obvious in ignoring me, and no matter how many times I try to get the point across that she's being a huge bitch, she goes right back to it. I think she's trying to pretend like she's being my friend, but she's really failing horribly.

In other news, today was the "Mid-Winter" dance at my school. I didn't go, of course, because all the guys, Kathy, and Stephanie were in Johnson's, and I didn't really want to go anyway. It's loud, hot, crowded, and they play crappy music.

But I had a much better time hanging out with everybody in Johnson's (even though Ms Horrible (shudder) was "monitoring") than I would have had actually being at the dance. We played Musical Chairs to speed metal from Kevin's Zune and Zack built a 6-foot tall tower of Lit. books that later fell down and made a really loud noise. Then Toby lay down on the table and we covered him with books. I'd upload the pictures, but they're on my phone and I don't have a cable.

But anyway.

Today, Mom would have turned 44.

Enough said.