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| http://www.xanga.com/like__wh0a - New xanga, complete with new xanga smell!
Notice the two underscores, not one. | | |
| Hm. Amazing what a few good grades, lunch with a few good friends, and a freakin' awesome group of theatre kiddos can do for one's outlook on life. Saving over a hundred dollars on my ticket helped too.
Aside from that I have only one thing to say-
Trombones are the shiznit. Even when they're playing songs I can't recognize for crap. (And sousaphones with spinners are pretty badass too)
Oh, and good luck at Birdville tomorrow band! | | |
| 'To know what is right and not to do it is the worst cowardice.' - Confucius
That is all I have to say on the subject of Friday night and the topic is now closed for further discussion via Xanga (at least on my part). If you want to talk to me about it then you can do so in person. I've already had enough 'Xanga drama' to last me through the year.
And one more thing- I'm getting fucking tired of 'friends' just deciding to cut me out of their lives. If you don't like me, then don't fucking pretend that you do in the first place. Save yourself the precious time you would otherwise wind up wasting on me and just tell me straight off the bat "I don't like you. Go away." and I will. Because I don't want to have to deal with another lost relationship, I'm already down by four in only the past three months which has certainly got to be some sort of sad, pathetic record- and that isn't even including any friends I've lost due to out of state colleges.
So to recap: no more discussion/arguments about Friday night over Xanga and if you hate me then just tell me to fuck off. | | |
| Where do you draw the line between becoming too involved in someone else's life and not involved enough? How do you know when you ought to let someone make their own mistakes, or step in and try to save them from themself?
Again, I restate my last entry- 'ARGH.'. | | |
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