The Band Bus

That was the bit of knowledge I gained during the history final, which, with the exception of about 8 questions, was incredibly easy. All that studying definitely paid off. I don't think it would've been as easy without those Resourses I spent on it. That was a slight jab at Bre, who accused Elyse and I of ditching her during Resource. Yes, we ditched her during Study Hall so we could study. Horrible, aren't we? Normally, this would be something I would complain about on my private blog, but I really don't give a damn anymore. My peaceful side is gone, dead. It's withered away for the past year, and quite drastically over the last few months, starting around Spring Break. Maybe it's the meds or the events of the past week that have pushed me over the edge, but all I know is that I've had it.

I've given it some thought, because when we were saying things that annoy eachother, I couldn't place what it is you do that really gets under my skin. Sometimes, words just can't be put to it. I think I've got it mostly down, though. One major thing is your total lack of sympathy. You simply don't care. Maybe you do, but no one sees it. Honestly, it doesn't seem like you care about anything besides band. Your footloose and fancy free attitude is refreshing on some occations, but you need to learn when to take it down a notch.

Another thing is when we're on AIM, you'll send random lyrics DURING A CONVERSATION! Not even during a lull, but when I'm actually trying to say something! That's why I hardly ever go onto AIM. I don't give a fuck what the chorus of the Lady's Got Potential is! No one does! When no one's saying anything, then it's fine. Atleast it entertains you (you and you only, by the way). When I'm actually trying to talk about something, something I find fairly important, and all you have to say is the lyrics to Oh What a Circus, I'm not exactly compelled to say anything more. I hardly ever sign on anymore because I inevitably have to talk to you. In person, you're usually fine, but on AIM, you have an intolerable tone of bitchiness.

Also, you're flighty. What exactly do I mean by that? Well, here's an example: at the beginning of May, it was "Oh, Spwencer, I wuv you! I want you back! Pwease, will you go out with me again? PWEASE!" Once that failed, it was "Well, I'm a single band geek. Jordan's a single band geek. Yeah, this should work." That didn't pan out, I guess, so you moved on to yet another band geek: Dan, and this is where we reside today. When it comes to guys, you're a bit desperate. I wistfully want one, but I don't let it control my life, Andrea has one and is quite content, and Elyse has barely even thought of one. When you have a list, it's time to rethink a few things.

You ditch people. It wasn't just Jeremy when you two were going out, it's a lot of people. You already know about this one, because it seriously pissed off your entire Freshman friend base. And the improvements have been minimal. That's what gets me. You know these things that people hate about you, and yet you do little or nothing to change it. Don't you care? We aren't just some class where you can do a half-assed job and get by with a C, we're your friends. Okay, I should really refrain from using plurals like "we" because I wholly for myself. I'm sure there are those that aren't annoyed by you, and I know there's one that doesn't want to get involved.

Know that this goes both ways. I want to take whatever I dish out. From this major stuff to even the way I pronounce a certain word, I wanna know how I annoy people. This goes for everyone, not just Bre. I laid it on pretty thick, and now I'm ready for some pay back.