It is IMPOSSIBLE for me to work on my power notes after I’ve been distracted. I think I started working on them around 7 or 8 pm. I stopped around 9 to take a break and I haven’t started working on them again since then lol. It’s 1:11 now. I blame the laptop. On a side note, it appears the blogging world is truly dead. I remember those days when I used to get like 20 comments on a post. I barely get any now lol. I used to care about getting a lot of comments before. I don’t really care much about the comments anymore, but they’re still appreciated *wink wink nudge nudge* I’m going on a hunt to find new blogs to comment on since everyone else is busy ;___; Weeeeeeeyah. It’s story time!
I met this girl in 6th grade. We had almost every class together and we became good friends. I was pretty innocent before I met her. I thought she was innocent too…haha. Her version of the story is that she thought I was all sweet and innocent when she first met me and she turned out to be completely wrong about me. I find her version hilarious though. We were really good friends in middle school and I tried to maintain that friendship freshman year for about the first semester. After that I stopped trying. I sent her a ‘Hola!’ text every morning for about 2 or 3 months. But then I started to realize, Hey, why am I the only one doing this? She should be making some effort too. I eventually stopped sending her texts but I still saw her and talked to her in school. Our friendship is definitely not the same as it was 3 to 4 years ago. I don’t know if you can even call it a friendship anymore. It’s like…we’ve been reduced to being acquaintances. I remember in 6th grade there was this fundraiser/party thingy in school. Everyone was crowding around the stage trying to get prizes/dancing. It was pretty crowded but I remember her just SHOVING ME and screaming “GOSH GET AWAY FROM ME!” I stood there in shock for a few seconds before turning to go somewhere not near her. The next day she acted like nothing happened but I was pissed off. Her excuse was that ‘Oh, it was really crowded and I was hot.’…I mean, she was one of my really good friends and I was kinda hurt by that. I even thought of her as my ‘best friend’, even though, now that I think about it, she probably didn’t see us as best friends. I think it was then I began to realize…people aren’t always who you think they are. These days, I don’t even know why I’m still friends with her. To put it simply, I don’t give a fuck about her anymore. It’s funny how things change. Actually, no it’s not. It’s really not that funny. :lol: :|