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what to say? some times i feel obligated to blog because everyone else posts so often. Love stinks, i can say that. I am really anxious for Lynn to get back. I didn't realize how much time i spent with her. I had to party for an entire weekend without her. It was hard but i got through it. I did feel kind of naked without her, though, more exposed maybe. I drank entirely too much last night and ended up calling in sick to work. My punishment was staying home tonight. Fat lot of good it did, here it is 5 am and i'm still up, and probably will be for a couple more hours. I need to go back to school if for no other reason than to get a normal schedule again. I love being a nightowl, i have been ever since i was little, but i hate all the days i miss out on. I haven't woken up before 3 pm all week. Bleh. Sometimes it's so hard to find something on tv that holds my interest longer than a couple minutes, but tonight there was a 3 and 1/2 hour documentary on about Kevin Smith. It was really just footage of his college lecture tour, which was more of a q & a than a lecture. three hours later i didn't want it to end and then scoured the house for my copy of Dogma. I couldn't find it. I might question whether someone with only a few movies under his belt warrants a three hour special, but it was good so who am i to question. If you have a chance to watch it i highly recommend. He has so many good stories, including a half hour or so about Prince that was hilarious. Jason Mewes was on part of it and he denied the heroin possession rumors. I'm not sure i believe him, but heres hoping. My sister and i are finally getting along, though i have no idea why. I don't really care so long as it sticks. Two of my best friends, who happen to be guys, acted really lame last night because there was a chick around. It really hurt my feelings, although they said later that they were just kidding. I'll tell you the story; I left the hut a little late last night as i dropped my bike light and had to piece it back together. I stopped at a the church because it held really strong memories of an ex who passed away last year, and then was on my way home. My friend's house happens to be directly on my way home so i rode by, not really expecting to see anyone. My friend was not there but another of our friends was. I stopped to talk to him and then attempted to ride and found my wheel completely stuck, where it had been fine moments before. He told me to wait a second because everyone else was on their way. He used to be a bike mechanic and he offered to look at it. We got inside, he looked at my bike and tried to fix it and then one of the boys started making fun of me saying i broke my bike on purpose so i could stop by and crash. First of all i have no problem barging, and if i had wanted to do so i would have no qualms about it. I would not have needed to make up an excuse. Second of all I would hardly break one of my favorite possessions, not to mention my PRIMARY FORM OF TRANSPORTATION to use as said excuse. He was not able to fix my bike because my rim was incredibly bent and fucked up. Whatever, i'll just get a new rim at citybikes or some other place. Third, they are supposed to be my fucking friends. Good friends. I need a shower.