02 December 2001
Becky's birthday party--ah yes. Going to it reminded me why exactly I don't go to these types of parties. It was inane. The most I got out of it was realizing that two couples were together. Which was interesting. And I also realized that certain people care more about other people than they do about me, which made me kind of sad until I realized that I couldn't give a cow's bell what they thought (Yes, stupid replacement for swear word--but I am honestly trying to swear less ever since I found out that a person swears a lot now and probably thinks it's so cool). But I had a great conversation with Molly who I haven't really talked to in a while; she made me feel better about an issue that I've been thinking about a lot recently.
I have a hate/love relationship with my phone. Don't you hate how it seems whenever you're not home you get like a ton of calls, but when you actually are home, it never ever rings for you? And then how there are people who you always have to call and they never call you but once in a blue moon? I sometimes wish I had more people call me--there are specific friends I wish would call me more often, but oh well. Maybe the phone is just not my medium.
I have a hate/love relationship with my phone. Don't you hate how it seems whenever you're not home you get like a ton of calls, but when you actually are home, it never ever rings for you? And then how there are people who you always have to call and they never call you but once in a blue moon? I sometimes wish I had more people call me--there are specific friends I wish would call me more often, but oh well. Maybe the phone is just not my medium.