jesus in a camper van

i'm not ready to move out. i hate this place, but i don't want to go.

i miss the good days. i miss seeing sholanda on a regular basis. i miss seeing jackie and peter and larry. i miss driving out to hollywood to hang out with em and ryan. (and to sit outside proof's window.) i miss going to shows with monica. i miss jeremy, my street corner honey.

whatever.

ryan still hasn't called me. i don't want to call him. and i'm still stuck on carlos. christ. yes i'm retarded like that. the wrath finally hit. tomorrow's gonna suck. 2nd day.

i'm bored