Life
Steph didn't call tonight. I thought she said she was going to... maybe I heard wrong... maybe she just forgot. Today went okay, I had work from 9-4, then came home and ate dinner, then sat around, then bored. I should've went and picked up my wallet I left at Aaron's house. I cleaned both of my rooms yesterday. I have to buy the rest of my books tomorrow... then practice tomorrow night. Ugh, I don't even want to be in symphonic band anymore, and jazz band ain't lookin' too good either, but I have to keep at least one of them. Jesse Amos is in jazz band there, I guess he just started school again. A couple of band geeks from the high school decided they should be aloud into the jazz band as well, which wound up giving us a line of 8 trumpes to bear with... which is going to suck. I'm saving up to buy a new car. Maybe then I'll actually be able to visit my friends, who all moved away to Tallahasse. 4 hours away... Aaron's still around, but he has school all the time. Me and Ayesha have been hangin'out lately. I want to move out. But I could never afford it, I'd have to get another another job to help pay my 200 dollar a month insurance payment, 400 dollar rent payment, God knows how much of a regular car payment, and then gas. I'm going for 195 tomorrow, which is gonna be a 10 pond jump from last week, but I think I can do it.

Live Journal
I just realized soemthing... this Live Jorunal is getting dull.

Bitches
Anyway, I've come up with a new theory...

Some girls, are bitches... for some reason, I don't know, they are. And these girls seem to be proud of it... but that's bull shit. Here it is in a nut shell...
A girl will act like a bitch so she can feel secure about herself. She knows that no matter what kind of a quarrel, or argument she gets into, she knows she can always fall back on her reputation of being a bitch, and that makes it all okay, because it is expected of her to act this way. These girls, these bitches, nobody really likes, I mean, some will pretend they like her, but deep down, they're just standing in line, like the rest of us, waiting for this chick to fall to her knees and taste the cold, hard steel of maturity.