All of my friends say that Bon had Great Balls of Fire....

Angst and suppressed anger/sadness aside, my life is extremely different again, it seems that every 6 months or so I get sick of my surroundings and people surrounding my surroundings.. and I decide.."you know what? fuck 'em, I'm getting me some new friends" and Hey Presto, I turn around and happen to bump into someone that introduced me to someone else, who further introduces me to various others.. and now it feels wierd that these people weren't always there...I wouldn't want to swap these ones though.. but then again thats what I thought about the last ones.. and they kinda scare me now...
Random friends are always good because they're occasional and you build this big heaving facade of closeness when really its just the fact that you've never spent ridiculous amounts of time together enough to get sick of eacother.
..and then of course there's always school friends... who are nice.. but goddamnit, it gets as boring as a moderately sized, non heaving mass of nothing when all you have to talk about is the same shit that you were talking about back in year 8... No, I don't still love the backstreet boys, I dont think boys have cooties and no matter what anybody says, camouflage pants are not cool!..
that being said, I'm catching up with a few of them in an hour.. I figure if I get REALLY bored I can set body parts on fire..
not mine of course, maybe Bon's..

badness ensued...

The worst thing that could have happened in my life.... happened.. and although it hurt like the seventh circle of hell was concentrated and forced into my heart, i know now that anything else that is coming won't be nearly as bad...

how sickening that i actually learnt something out of this..its like a brady bunch episode..