Sayonara

So I just got back from Doug's house. Doug was all up and ready to fight for reasons I don't think even he knows, but that's just Doug. I didn't drink much and went home after watching the roast of Pamela Anderson on TV with them.

Before that, I went to the Quench concert at the Music Farm with Leah and Kate, meeting my friend Patrick and his two lady friends there. After the first band, Kate and Leah decided to piss me off a lot and stand in the back away from me and not talk to me. When I go to ask them why they were standing there I get a very short "Because we WANT to." response. I take this as a sign they don't want the pleasure of my company and spend the rest of the concert with Patty up front. Then after Quench's new frontman tried a crowd dive and busted his ass I find them talking to some dude with a beer (i.e. A 21+ year old hitting on sixteen/seventeen year olds.) and some dude with a white guy fro. Now, I'm not going out with either of them, but I think it's disrespectful if you leave the person who drove your ass to the show after begging him to go to the show in the first place to go hit on some dude. So, that really pissed me off.

All in all, I'm about ready to get out of town. I think a lot of people I know feel like they can just disrespect me and put me down whenever they want because they think I'm not going to do anything about it. They would be wrong. I'm not taking this kind of shit from anyone anymore. If you treat me like shit, I'm going to do one of two things or possibly both. I will, one, decide you're not worth hanging out with and not talk to you again, and/or two, I will rip off your balls and shove them down your throat.

Anyway, I'm tired, I'm very angry, and most of this is probably an exaggeration but the sentiment is there. I'm going to go to bed now. Tomorrow I'll most likely be in an okay mood. I have one more full day until I leave for San Diego and I want it to be a good day. So please...don't piss off Kyle for another 24 hours?