Needless to say, I'm a bit sick of Twilight at the moment.
idk what else I should write about, though. I don't really want to talk about my mom having to get a biopsy on a suspicious mole on the bottom of her foot today. Then I start thinking about worst case scenarios, and those are really fucking scary.
I also don't really want to think about how my best friend called me after not having spoken to each other in over 2 months, and how I didn't pick up. I feel like such a fug person; how could I just sit and watch his name on my cell phone light up and do nothing but stare at it? I know why: I didn't want to have to answer and hear about his awesome time at NYU where he gets to meet people like Sean Penn on a weekly basis, socialize with hipsters, do 'shrooms with his new best friend, and probably get all the ass he could ever want. All the while I'm sitting here in the midwest, utterly alone and having nothing to focus on except... well, nothing.
Ugh, now I'm getting whiny. I know I shouldn't, I sort of imposed this on myself. I typically like being alone, too. Maybe if he leaves me a voicemail, I'll grow so homesick/overcome with longing to hear his voice again that I'll have to call him back and spew the truth about my sad excuse for a life. And make the decision to visit NYC next christmas, so I can have all the typical college experiences I sure as hell am not having here.
blah blah blah, idk. I think I'll go outside and watch the full moon for a while. After I watch the "Casino Night" episode of The Office that's on right now (though watching Jim/Pam might make me feel even more emo.)