..and I say the same thing every single time.

Note to self: Monster is pretty nasty when you’re sober. Just remember that for next time.
Okay. I went to the library yesterday. It was pretty fun. I just really needed to get away from the house.
I had a lovely conversation on the bus with a few girls who appeared to be my age,
but it’s hard to tell with girls, you know? Some 12 year olds look like they’re 20.
We were talking about pop music, I’ve been really into pop music lately. I don’t really know why..
but I guess 2009 was a good year for pop music. It must’ve been, because I haven’t been an avid radio listener in about..
well, ever.. and I still know most of the top songs of this year. I think that partially has to do with hanging around Sarah so much this summer.
So, 2009 was a good year for pop music.. and a bad year for black men.
Har, I don’t know who I was talking to about that, but if you think about it..
it’s true.

Slight list of daily activites/thoughts:
1) This lady’s car broke down at the drive-thru at Jack in the Box.. and everyone just sat there and luled at her.
2) I have discovered that if my phone is unlocked and I shake it, it changes songs. Hence when I keep my phone in my back pocket and shake my ass, the song changes. That got me a lot of funny looks so far.
3) I skipped around the library, also funny looks.
4) Despite all of the drugs I do/have done.. I still get wired on caffeine.

I enjoy talking to them again (OW), they’re really.. loving. More so than I remember at least.
Plus I’ve made some new friends. It’s quite nice, I am starting to feel less ostracized.. which was a huge problem with me wanting to talk to them.. because I just found it incredibly difficult to converse with them when I was inimidated.

I am having too much fun changing the colors around my journal. Really.
I have just started doing it for the last few entries. So, it’s an easy habit to break.

I’ve been trying to think of more memories lately and the ones further back, than I went before,
mainly consist of Andrew and Chantel.
Which is interesting, I think.. because, that means that Chantel must have a lot of memories of me.
We spent most of our childhood together, I will never quite understand what happened to the two of us.
Another odd thing about that, we stopped hanging around each other when we were about.. 13ish.
but at the same time, we grew up pretty similiarly.
Meaning: we listen to the same music. Dated the same kind of boys. Like doing the same sort of activities.
Same with Jezebel, we stopped hanging out a little later than that, though.. maybe about 15ish was our cut-off point.
So, I am just trying to wrap myself around that..
Despite the fact that we did the majority of the time of our lives when we were finding ourselves apart, we still ended at the same location.
So, that is kind of a trip to think about, right?
It’s kind of makes me feel like, maybe we weren’t suppose to separate..
and it’s kind of regretful.
Then you are stuck wondering if they feel the same way.
..Isn’t this easy?
Suraque
(I Got A Feeling- Black Eyed Peas)