I’m going to bring back the importance of friendship. I was always the girl to not talk to when I was younger. It wasn’t until high school when I actually had friends. That’s why now, with the circle that I have now, I am not letting go, because you may never know when or if you’re going to run into friends like that again.

I haven’t been too well. Not going to lie–I’ve been downright miserable some days. However, whenever I’m around them (I call them Dysfunctional Spades Players on the site, but we’re called the Rat Pack, due to where we usually hang out as has a sad infestation of rodent and insect proportions), they make me laugh, and I feel better. They’re probably the few who truly make me happy these days, other than my parents. I enjoy their company, and vice versa. I’m bringing this up, because just yesterday, I went to visit them, and I had a carton of crab sticks and fries waiting for me. I didn’t eat all of it; my appetite has been dramatically curbed, which has caused me to lose about 10 pounds so far. But little random acts of kindness like that goes around our little circle. We all don’t expect it, but it happens anyway. That, my friends, is freaking great.

Even online I’m blessed. I’ve known Angel ever since she came out with Silent Confessions (and she doesn’t know it, but I still have that layout she wanted help coding on my hard drive ^-^). I didn’t think she’d be around for as long as she’s been. Then I have two of the old Bolt buddies, Echo and KC. I’ve practically seen Echo grow up from being a sophomore in high school (or was it freshman? I forget), and now she’s in college. And KC? He was and still is the Crib Sweetie.

So any day that I think I have no one, I think of everyone, past and present, who has endured my constant bitching about him. And for that, you guys, I thank you. If I were to become a billionaire tomorrow, I’m going to make sure that you get a piece. Make sure you don’t spend it all in one place. I might need a loaner some day. Just messing.

In other…less sappy news, my hip is okay. It turns out that it was a pulled muscle from the trauma of the fall. I was worried because after that blog entry, I was in horrible pain. Lifting my left leg to take my shoes off was painful to the nth degree. I’m happy it’s fine now because now I know I won’t need a metal hip for another 60 years, haha.

I’m going to start working on the coding of the layout for here. I know I said I would, but truth is, I’ve been putting it off because coding is a pain in the ass, and it’s not going to be the easiest to code. But I will dammit. Tomorrow most likely, depending on how I feel, and depending on how distracted I’m going to be with wrestling coming on.

Disclaimer for this next piece: I am not a sports fan, other than WWE wrestling, but even that’s more “Young and the Restless” meets professional wrestling. But I know a few Mets fans and I just love messing with them. I also hear about it at least three times a week from said fans, so I know a lot more about baseball than I care to know. So here it is…

*points and laughs at the New York Mets fans* How the hell do they croak after being in first for so long? Damn, that’s terrible! *points and laughs* It’s only happened twice in sports history before today. Oh well, there’s always next year. Make sure the pitcher doesn’t suck monkey nutsacks though! *points and laughs and falls off her bed*

All right, now that I have a good chunk of Queens (or all of NY for that matter) hating my guts now, I bid you adieu. Until next time, love your friends. And if they take your man, then chop your man’s cock off. Good night.

Honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without friends.

Back in elementary school, I basically lived a life of solitude. I didn’t smell or anything, but apparently I sucked. I never had friends in elementary school. Even in junior high, it was hard. I got lucky with my first boyfriend (who threatened to kill me in college, but I digress). I joined clubs and teams, but it made very little difference. I was just the one to avoid. Their reason? I’m fat and ugly. No wonder I have a distorted self-image. Hah.

I think I didn’t meet my real friends until high school. Especially my best friend. It’s funny how we met. We were in the same biology class in freshman year, and we would poke fun at the teacher, and I would just stay there writing stories and one day, I told her to read one of them. She…loved it. My confidence slowly came back. She would tell me to write more, and when I did, I’d show it to her. We were inseparable ever since. Even at graduation, we made sure we got a seat next to each other. She is one of the sweetest people I have ever met. But ever since we graduated high school, our schedules clash and we haven’t seen each other since 2004.

Even in college, I had two girls who stuck by me. I remember when I would oversleep for my first class (which was, ironically, math–since I hate it and I passed it with a B+) and they would come up to my dorm and pick me up for English, and we go to get some food first. They even stood by me when my asshole roommate (who was also a friend) betrayed me over a guy (just so you know the male population issue has been ongoing, ha). Great women who live too far away. But thank goodness for Myspace.

Now, I have a circle of friends who I hang out with every day. We’re known as the “Rat Pack” (not to be confused with the real Rat Pack obviously), but I come up with Dysfunctional Spades Players because that’s all we basically do–play Spades and eat snacks. The circle consists of 6 of us including myself, and the afternoon sessions are full of laughs, and we usually go home with a crapload of crap in our stomachs, but it’s so much fun. These are a great circle I have–I’ve known them for maybe a year, but we’re so comfortable with each other, that we can disclose certain things that we normally wouldn’t tell anyone else.

So here is my ode to friendship. I don’t understand hermits–how do they voluntarily live a solitary life? I can safely say that I would die without the perks of friendship.

Note: Notice that I left him out of it. He needed to be left out of it until this turns into a bitter entry.

[Edit 7.4.07]: Crestfallen Summer 2007 is now here! It took me at least a week (I lost count after 3 days) to code. I am aware of the uneven borders at the end. I plan to fix that eventually. But other than that…yea. [/Edit 7.4.07]

I haven’t done a completely random blog in ages, so here is one.

So let’s see…nothing much has gone on for a while. I’m still single, and Fucking Gorgeous has made like a tree and left. I really miss him. I really do. I really don’t think that there was any guy who made me feel the way he did. I don’t know if there ever will be, but hey…can’t fix that one.

My mom finally met the rest of the gang that I hang out with every day on Saturday. Just as I suspected, my mom actually liked them. They came over to my house for a barbeque/birthday party, and we played Spades (of course, we’re the Dysfunctional Spades Players), and we taught my nieces how to play Blackjack. Note to self: do not teach a 7-year-old Blackjack. They’ll kick your ass without even trying. Good times, I tell you.

I realize why summer is the hardest time for me when it comes to losing weight. Give me barbequed chicken, and I will be one happy camper, especially around July 4th. I just need to get over the bbq barrier, and I’ll be all right. Even chocolate isn’t ingested as often as usual. Today was probably the first time in about a week since I’ve had it. I couldn’t go days without it before. I replace that with ice for some reason.

I will have my new layout up. I’m still working on it, and I decided to get rid of some things. I had Javascript in it, so I just did away with it with concerns of people with disabled Javascripts. I’m also going to do away with the review site project for now. As for Antihero, I might go a completely different direction with it. I don’t know though. I am most likely going to start the dream journal, provided that I remember to start writing them down. I do remember some of my dreams, but they’re usually the more vivid dreams that make me say “what the fuck” myself. It’s called box full of dreams. Yes, it was meant to be in all lowercase letters. It’s also a poem that I wrote with the same format, so it will stay that way.

I’m considering moving to Alaska for just the summer. Last week, it was like 90 degrees for days on end. Then there was a big-ass thunderstorm that scared me literally shitless; I’m usually feeling safer in my basement, but it was that bad that I didn’t even step foot down there. There were tree branches down and everything. That hobag Mother Nature! I swear it; if this is any indication of what’s to come this month and next month (especially next month), then I’m moving to a brick-ass cold climate. That’s not like me to say, but the heat is unbearable, especially when you can strip down to your drawers and still feel hotter than a cold day in Hell.

I’m done. Random blogs don’t seem right to me…not now anyway. Eh, I’ll get over it. Laters, gators.