I hate sunburn. Especially when you feel all gross and salty (like, you can rub salt off your skin) after a 20-mile bike ride *sigh* Yeah, I went with Shaune and Willi to Oldtown today … and though getting there was fine, I had no energy coming back, and felt like crap ’cause I was always like 50 feet behind them. I haven’t biked in forever, either, so I guess that was why. But neither had Shaune … damn, Willi was good, though. She didn’t stop to walk up any of the hills, even the huge ones that I couldn’t see how anyone could master.
Oh well … and Brad is being distant again. I need somebody to physically restrain me from calling him … and make him figure out that he needs to call me first. ‘Cause that doesn’t really happen anymore. And when he was over yesterday, he was like, yeah I gotta leave your room, all your autographs by people I’ve never heard of are scaring me. Um, right. Whatever. Of course, like I always do, I let it pass ’cause just being with him is enough of a triumph *sigh again* Why can’t I get this shit worked out?
And get this: Shaune told me that Louie really likes me (great, just what I need) and that he asked her if she wanted to break Brad and I up. WTF? He acts all sensitive and caring towards me when I bitch to him about Brad stuff, but then goes and wants my friend to be his personal help line? Um, no. I’ve actually cut down my time talking to him … ’cause I don’t want anything to get more messed up than it already is. Fuck, and I need to get my dad something for Father’s Day … tomorrow *bangs head against monitor* I can’t believe I forgot to get something while I was at Tysons.
Umm … let’s see what else is happening in my screwy life. I still don’t have a job. Found out my new girl next year is this girl Shannon in Ashburn. Gotta ask Jai if he knows her. Gotta email her, too. Speaking of Jai, he’s nice online. Like, he actually talked to me last night, cared that I wasn’t feeling too great, and writes more than 3 words at a time. Unlike some people *coughBradcough* … and I heard the perfect song to describe me on Promosquad today called “Better When You’re Not There” … but of course I can’t find it on Kazaa. Stupid incredibly awesome unknown song.
Oh, and score! I heard this cool techno song last night in Brad’s car, and I just found it online … without knowing the group or the name of the song — hehe, lucky guess, I guess.
*counts* 20 days ’til my birthday … which is gonna suck ’cause there’s nothing interesting to do except see fireworks the night before, and Brad will be away ’til the 14th or something. Stupid Philmont … of course my birthday is right smack dab in the middle of it. And man, if Brad doesn’t get me anything again (like he did last year) — I am so ending it. That would just be the last straw. And it’s my 18th, for crying out loud. If that doesn’t clue him in, hell, nothing will.