Fuck you, Kevin. Maybe for once you should keep your word when you say friends come before girlfriends – especially since you’ve been with this particular girlfriend for only a month.
Seriously? You can’t even trust her to be by herself? And you’re letting this lunatic tell you that you can’t hang out with your best friend alone, but you can hang out with other, approved girls? Stop being such an ass. This is like your other girlfriend, only that time, it took months before you started listening to her. Now it’s barely been a month.
You’re being stupid. I’d love to help you, but you don’t listen – I don’t think you even know how to listen to anyone you’re not involved with.
For some reason, the fact that you’re willing to meet me behind her back makes it despicable. I’m not really appreciative that you’re not completely controlled by her; I just think you’re an ass and not man enough to stand up to her. I highly doubt you’ll see this – you know where my blog is but I don’t think you ever read it – but I hope you read this and know exactly what I think of you right now. You’ve had dozens of other priorities for ages, all the while saying best friends and family were first. No, they come second to fun and girlfriends, don’t you know? I had other priorities, but you KNEW it. At least I was honest about it. You say I’m like a sister to you? Yeah, well you’re like one of those jackass brothers who leaves early in the morning and comes back late at night, and whenever your sister wants to hang out you’re too tired, you have too much homework, or you’d rather see your girlfriend. I wish I could hit you, but sadly, society frowns upon that, and I’m not certain I trust you not to turn me in.
If you want to be smart for once in your life, get rid of the girlfriends and focus on being a nice guy for a bit. You did it once. Maybe you can do it again. But I’m tired of watching you be a moronic puppet, and I’m tired of being lied to. So go find a new best friend.

I’m leaving ____ today and going to what is typically known as my home. I don’t want to go. I’m going to miss Sean. And living like a bachelor. And staying up late. Once we were up so late that we went and got breakfast at a restaurant.
I really don’t want to leave.

He’s saying hi to my knuckles… I don’t think there’s anything more to say on that subject.

I am going to blog about Sean, and we have decided that he will insert random comments at the appropriate junctures.
Sean is male. Just for the record. He also just looked at me strangely. What? I just wanted to inform my very small audience that this Sean is male. You’ve never heard of a female named Sean? Are you kidding me? They’re all over the place! (You’re being ridiculous.) (You really are.) Why, just the other day… no, wait, you can’t disbelieve me when I haven’t even finished my story. Wait, what? Why are you walking away already??? No, stay, stay, please!!!
Dammit.
(You like to argue with yourself, don’t you? Don’t you? DON’T YOU?)
Sean is now saying “Bouncy bouncy bouncy bouncy” very fast in a little kid voice. Now he’s doing it very slowly. Dammit, Sean, shut up so I can blog. Now he’s making sad sounds.
I think he wants strawberries. He wants me to say ‘strawberries’ in a little voice. He’s saying it enough for the both of us. SHUT UP!!!
I’m not sure that he’s really as tired as he claims. I think he’s finished saying things of worth and has moved on to things of tastiness. (That is quite wude. That is vewy wude. Why aw you being wude to me? I like the wood wude. You waugh funny.)
I don’t think he’s had enough sleep.
So concludes my post about Sean. (I don’t need no sweep.)

Sean and I mashed up strawberries with our fingers and mixed them with sugar. He giggles like a girl. (He doesn’t think I can write them.)
HE POKED ME!!!
What an outrage. The Magnificent Bridget has been poked. Not on Facebook but (I hate Facebook pokes) on her side!!!
I am so magnificent.
Sean is smiling.
I am smiling.
I am hungry.
But only for strawberries. They are one of my many true loves.
Also aftershave is cool.
Do you like aftershave?
Bridget! Aftershave is for men only.
Wait, I wear aftershave!
Of course, but you’re male, I. But it is quite nice. Smells good and makes your face soft. Also it tastes rather delightful.
Sean’s looking at me with an unusual expression. I think he’s picturing me eating his aftershave.
NEW SUBJECT!!!!
I like this song. I have no idea who does it. But it’s cool.
I think I’m going to finish another episode of an undisclosed show which I do not watch and detest immensely.
Also, I never ate aftershave. But now I’m tempted.

I feel like giving a huge “Fuck you!” symbol to the whole world. So here it is: _| |_ _ Best I can do anyway. Now I’m gonna rant.
I’ve got to go home in four days that are going by faster than is humanly possible, but is apparently possible if you’re a day, not a human. And guess what I have to come home to? A hell of a lot of work. Until school starts, when it will then be schoolwork. A best friend who has initiated contact ONCE since I left, and then only for a minute to ask when I would be back. Parents who I KNOW are going to drive me nuts even though I miss them now. Calculus II. Drama WITH friends, drama WITHOUT friends, drama WITH and WITHOUT friends at the same time, drama with family, with school, and the knowledge that I have caused about 60% of all previously mentioned drama. Also two rooms to clean.
Doesn’t that just sound marvelous?

The Office – such a weird show. Took me about a season to get used to it, and now I love it. Dammit, theme song is over now…

Probably an hour later: Just picked up Sean and DAMN I’m starved. But I refuse to admit it. REFUSE!!! (The first time I typed that, I put down “REUSE” instead.)
Sean has just committed heresy of the worst kind. He said Linkin Park SUCKED!!!! He persists in this belief despite all evidence to the contrary. AND he threw a towel at me. AND HE’S THROWING Q-TIPS AT ME!!!! He thinks I’m writing about him. As if.
Go tape a Q-tip to your forehead and leave me alone, Sean. And NO, dammit, I’m not going to wake you up in the middle of the night just because I can’t sleep. That would make me a wuss, which I refuse to be, just as I refuse to be hungry.
No. No, wait. Not quite the same thing. Because, see, I am NOT a wuss. But I am slightly hungry, even though I refuse to be. Understand?

Sean told me to get some sleep. If it is not already obvious, I’m not listening to him. Oh, I should. But I ain’t. Dammit, I wish school would start. I really can’t wait. Also need something to occupy my mind with. Yeah, I definitely need that.
I hope Sean’s asleep now. He needs it.
I just got here six weeks ago! I’m not ready to go back yet!!! I was scared to leave home, a little, but now I really want to stay here. I know it’s the best thing if I leave, but… uggh. It sucks.
Blegh. Not in the best mood of my life.

I’m driving Sean absolutely insane right now by not speaking out loud. It’s kind of fun. More fun than it should be, really. Back home in a week; not sure how much I’m looking forward to it.
Sean’s really irritated now. I’m trying very hard not to laugh.

Today, someone from the university I applied to asked me to apply for the honors program that they have. Apparently, I was recommended by somebody else for my grades. A bit of an ego boost. 😀 Now I’m redoing my class schedule to fit a couple of different classes in. There is at least one confirmed call of insanity regarding my doings.