Dear blag,
I turned 21 a week ago. Whoo for me I guess. I'm moving to Livermore, California in 9 days. Got the ticket and everything. My friends have apparently decided that since I'm leaving, they don't fucking feel like hanging out with me. The few people who still hang out with me are greatly appreciated, though, and it makes it that much better to still be able to hang out with them. Definitely counting my blessings.
Still haven't gotten all my shit out of my old apartment, 'cause my friend with a truck is being shitty about calling me back. I don't know how the fuck I'm gonna get all my shit down to Livermore. I still have to figure out logistics for getting all my guitars down to California, and it's made more difficult by the fact that my prized hollowbody has no case, and none of my soft cases will fit it. Considering wrapping it up in sweaters just to provide packaging so I can shove it in the box with my others.
Becca apparently wants to be friends still. She and a friend of mine went and smoked a few bowls. I basically was an asshole to her the entire time, but hey, if she wants to put up with it and smoke me out, whatever. I may be a dick for being this way, but whatever. I've decided that life just isn't fucking worth going through, sucking on people's dicks just to appease the rest of the world while I get fucking walked all over.
Word.