I haven't had anything worth noting.

Since May 6, 2005, my last journal entry, I've bought a brand new car, an '05 Civic EXSE, a new motorcycle, an '06 Yamaha YZF600R, and worked full time at National Car Rental. Overall, life isn't too bad.

Dawn's in Mexico for a few weeks still, and I'm thinking about heading up to Canada with her when she gets back. Tarah wanted to see us again <3

Hm... Yeah, that's about it.

Last post: October 17, 2004.

Almost seven months since I've said anything here.

That about fits with how often I share anything...

The only thing that's changed is my hair is longer now, I hate more people, and I've gotten even angrier at the world and myself.

I'll be back in Jamestown again this weekend, for those of you who know me in real life, if any of you care... I won't be there long though, just Saturday evening to Sunday afternoon. Riding home with my aunt who's going up to visit my grandma for Mother's Day.

I don't know why I even bother sharing anything. I hardly like anyone, and even fewer people like me, and I'm not about to work on changing either end of that. I'm not interesting, I'm not sociable, and I'm not a people person. I'll probably end up living in the streets as a vagrant, wandering from town to town and living off scraps, just because I don't handle interviews well. I choke, every time.

You wouldn't believe how close I've been to getting $9-12 an hour (after six months, to a year, of a starting pay of $8-9) jobs (which at the moment is big money for me, as I'm in college, and even back at Cummins was only making $8.91 an hour or so, doing 60 hour weeks)

But I always blow the interview. I'm fine before and after, chatting with the interviewer, but it's when we're actually in the official "interview" portion I blow it. I blow it bad enough to make the rest meaningless.

But enough of my pathetic rambling. I bitch at Rachel for the same thing (Although hers is REALLY pathetic, and I'm not afraid to say it repeatedly. Rachel is pathetic. Pathetic pathetic pathetic. Goddamn little preppy girls who want to be something they're not...)

All packed for college... I'm down closer to my apartment now, visiting Dawn until later today when we go to my aunt's house. In the morning we'll go get my room key and I'll move in with two complete strangers (because neither of them really spent an time getting to know me, nor me to know them. But oh well, I'll still probably hate them. )

A few weeks will pass until we have internet access, though. Gotta get everyone on one track.

Meh. I'm going to wander off now. Toodles.

Oh, it started out fine. My family all came in, gave me lots of money ($575 total today) and went on to their own little thing. Then Jamie and Dawn came (Or maybe Jill and Nick came first, I don't remember) and Jane came over with her step-son Kevin earlier on... (No Tarah... I'm sad...)

Things went fine for awhile, everyone was having a good time, Erin and Leslie, my 'sisters', were there, and talking to Wendy, so I went to talk to Jill. Strike one against me.

Later on, Wendy and I were out on the boat, and the engine blew out somehow, so on our slow trip home at barely above an idle (Yay for getting the boat running again) Wendy, Jane, and I were discussing Tarah, and Wendy got mad that I had been talking to her. Strike two.

Jamie (Who could pass for Tarah's twin, literally), Dawn, Wendy and I all were goofing around, sitting in the rain with Melissa, and such, and decided to go puddling. At the end of the street I was focusing more on splashing Jamie and Dawn, and Wendy was feeling left out of the merriment, and we then went swimming, sans Jamie, and Wendy got bored later on, so she went in, my cousin Leo came out, and it was Leo, Dawn, and I all goofing around by the buoy. So naturally, things got flirty between Dawn and I as usual, Wendy got jealous of it, and she got mad. Strike three.

Wendy and I have now decided that we're breaking up. More like she decided it and I went along with it just so she'd be happy...

So here we are, having had sex several days in a row, all happy, and now we're breaking up. It's one of those days where I wish I had some emotional support, but instead here I am online rambling on a journal no one should read.

I can't wait to go visit Tarah... WITHOUT Wendy, like in the original plans. I can actually be myself again, finally.

I've got stuff to do before I need to get my three hours of sleep in before I need to get up... Bye everyone..

For my graduation party on the 4th, I have basically a final guest list.

- The usual family members (all my grandma's sisters, my dad, my dad's sister and her kids, etc.)
- Melfman
- Possibly Erin and Leslie, my pseudo-sisters, if I run into any of them.
- Jamie! Yay! Maybe her sister Dawn! Yay! Little white fluffy animals! Yay!
- Jill (jilldeub of Deviantart, whee)
- The Spotos, and all their associated family members. Hopefully their granddaughter makes an appearance, since we used to get along pretty well. And she's pretty, so it would annoy Wendy

And, to top it all off, my friend Jane from Canada is coming down from the 3rd to the 6th. I used to go out with her daughter, which is how I started talking to her, but even after we broke up we've been in touch, like any good friends. But this time, her daughter is coming down from Canada. This will be a first for both of us. Her, to be in the US this far south, and me for having her here (as well as her for being here, lol). I don't know how Wendy will react to it, since... there have been issues. But if she can't realize that I can be friends with ex-girlfriends like she's friends with ex-boyfriends, she knows where the doors are to get out of the house. I fully intend to spend about two days straight with Tarah, Jane's daughter, and no Wendy. It's been a year and a half, and we planned her to visit here for ages. She wants to go to an American mall.... I wish there was something better than Chautauqua to go to, but Erie is too annoyingly far for me to bother, and the Probe...well... let's just say it doesn't handle driving more than down the block too well...

Tomorrow's the last day of school. Then graduation on the 25th. Then I get the Hell out of Dodge. And jump in the Ford. And swim a fjord. Yay for 2AM silliness.

Night night world, and whoever may read this. I hope Wendy never does... This is my last refuge, beyond my mind.