Sorry, sorry, sorry!
     I know, I've been negleting you again. Did I already say sorry?
     Well! How life goes by like zooming cars int he city takin' red lights and screaming unintelligible, hurtful things at strangers. "Summer in the city...I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely...so I went to a protest, just to rub up against strangers...". Thank you, the amazing Regina Spektor. 

     Amazingness, I tell you. A true hero. 
     In other news....BELLA & EDWARD FINALLY DID IT!!! I stayed up till 3 with my eyes prided open till I was satisfied. Then I slept soundly with a big fat goofy grin on my face and singing in my head, "bow chica wow wow", but very softly, cause I was indeed tired from suffering a very serious case of insomnia for the past few days.
     Margott has gone and passed on to the spirit world and I think he was trying to contact me in my dreams last night, though I can't exactly remember to be sure. I remember seeing a goldfish, I fine one like Margott, completely COVERED in black ich and such. Then slowly die. I think Margott's trying to make me feel bad. Damn vindictive bastard. Damn the petty and the catty and the vain. Damn all the worthless negativeity in the world. 
     I've definately been very into photography lately. I shot Ali not to long ago, but she still hasn't put up the pics on myspace, dumb, lovable broad. Tommy was there, the first I've seen him in ages, and I don't think he was too happy sittin' in the corner, waiting, watching, sulking, etc. He could have joined in on the fun, but NOOOOO. Have to keep as little contact with the ex as possible. Have to hate her. Have to never forgive her. Cause that's the way his mind works. And, quite frankly, I didn't feel like popping the bubble of impressed society, because, well, let him have to live with the hate all his life. Sucks for him. I'm the one who's free. And no, I won't agree to be friendly with him again. Because I don't want to surround myself with petty, vindictive bitches like him. But I am glad we ended on a somewhat better note than before. At least we were kinda talking. 
     I wanted to leave early because I didn't feel very welcomed. I didn't feel like myself, and I just wanted to go home and hide behind the steam of a hot shower. On the way home I mourned with a strawberry frap. Thanks dad. So I guess I sorta lost some friends that day. Now I'm alone, but I don't really mind. I guess I like being alone too much for my own good. "I'll be alone but maybe more carefree, like a kite that floats so effortlessly...." -Azure Ray. 
     That's all for now.