Melony Louise's Natural Habitat

Last night we got FLAK'D. It's bad manners, folks, to say "Hey, I wanna do it at nine" and then not be around to be rescheduled, let alone when you ACTUALLY wanted to do it. Ugh. So, after a week of things like that, they're getting pushed to behind another band.

Then I went with The Boy and some of his friends (and some of their friends) to play pool. Meaning, I just hung out and laughed at them cos I don't play pool well, haha. I also had a small fuckton of quarters for pinball and racing. Whee.

But being there, was weird. Cos first off, I hate instances in which it's rubbed in, "hey, it's a small town here and now you'll never really be a stranger here for a long time." And I had two of them within a half hour of each other. And they lingered for the whole night. They were also ego bruises cos they didn't come up and say hi to me, or even acknowledge my existence. And it also reminded me of how many friendships I've had not happen (or almost not happen) because of who my best friend used to be.

Basically, I don't hate being my age, but I hate how everybody else my age acts.

And then The Boy ran off with his friends to play Phone Tag/Hide and Seek all over the city. And tried to borrow my phone, rather than seeing if I wanted to go along. When he was supposed to be hanging out with me. Honey, if you're reading, I love you, but you're a dumbass sometimes.

Meh, I'm not mad at him anymore, cos honestly, he was really hopped up on coffee, and if he spent the night I would have ended up punching him in the face, he was that spazzy.

Okay, so I'm trying to get Nessa to start blogging. But she's convinced she'd have nothing to talk about (obviously someone's never looked at my blog ...) so, I think you should go to her blog (rawr :3) and tell her to freaking blog, and what she could blog about, or whatever you think would help her get into it!