Those bitches are CRAZY. Also, Batman Returns is really getting me in the mood for some cold weather.

Today was my mom’s birthday. She is now 58. Donnie, Billy, & I went and visited. We gave her a bottle of perfume and took her to dinner at Ponderosa. Clint didn’t call once all day and didn’t show up to wish her a happy birthday until 10:00pm. Guess the perfect son isn’t always perfect?

Cari hasn’t talked to me all weekend. I guess she’s mad at me for not going bowling. I bail on one thing and apparently I’m just like everybody else. Sometimes I get tired of sticking up for her and defending myself for being her friend and it actually has nothing to do with other people’s opinions. I get tired of it because what do I get in return? I’m made to feel like a bad friend and often like a personal failure. I know I don’t have a car, I don’t need to be reminded of it ALL the time. I know she doesn’t mean to hurt me, it’s just who she is, but that’s how it feels.

In other news, school starts back on Tuesday. I’m going to kick school’s ass this semester. Dean’s List? Try Dean’s Scholar.

Honestly, this weekend has been wonderful. Donnie has been wonderful. I’m in love with him all over again. It’s times like these when I wonder if we just have rough patches or if we’re not meant to be. I mean last week I seriously contemplated finding a way out of our relationship and now I couldn’t be happier. We’ve been together almost two years and I still don’t know where we’re going, but as of now, I’m not ready to get off the ride.

Lastly, I’m missing Steven’s blog posts. Where are the stories? Where is the music? I’ve been checking your page every day, man. Feed me, Seymour. <3

Alright, I’m done. Ciao, bitches.