Today is lame, my week has been lame, and will probably continue to be that way at this rate. I hung out with Peter and Stephan, whom I haven't seen in years, on Thursday. We drove around, got my eyebrow pierced, and Stephen tried to get me to buy weed off of him. Hung out at thier house until midnight watching TV.

      Friday I worked ten to five, caught the seven o'clock ferry, met Peter and his friend Amanda on the ferry and we hung out and I thought I lost my wallet. And it turned out that Amanda was going to see Avenged Sevenfold with Keith, Chris, and Laine, so I was jealous. Peter and his friend took me to UBC, so I didn't have to bus, where I tried calling Brody for half an hour while he didn't pick up his phone, even though I said I would be calling at that time. I finally got a hold of him and he was completely wasted. I finally convinced him to come get me, so he shows up screaming, "where the fuck are you?" holding a bottle of God only knows what, which he proceeded to throw on the ground.

      We were walking to wherever the Talent Show was that Brody's friends were at. Brody kept dragging my snowboarding and I was getting fucking pissed off. Anyways, so at one point I turn around and he's totally gone, and he had been there like a minute ago. So I head where he says he came from, and he's not there. And I look around for another twenty minutes and I can't find him and his cell phone is dead, so I just go back to the bus station where I called from the first time. Finally he calls me on someone else's phone and AN HOUR LATER, comes back to the bus station with this girl he wants named Megan, who decided to shout when she was within ten feet of me, "THIS IS YOUR EX-GIRLFRIEND, RIGHT? THIS IS GONNA BE AWKWARD." Why would this be awkward for her? I don't know, and nobody's given me a half decent answer yet. It'll be awkward for her anytime after this cause now I think she's a fucking whore slash bitch.

      So she leaves and Brody is like yelling at me or apologizing or both, and going on about how it's my fault, and then it isn't and he's sorry and I'm so fucking pissed off, but I have nowhere to go, and there's no more ferrys to catch or believe me, I would have. Anyways, so Brody calls a cab, we're waiting and he eventually says that the cab might be coming, he doesn't know. I'm like what the fuck and start to walk away, but there's another cab there so we take that. I made Brody sit in the front and he got pissed, but it was just as well cause he puked out the window while we were driving. Finally the guy stopped and Brody continues puking and rolling around in it. It was sick and hilarious if I hadn't been so mad.

      Then he starts telling the driver how his life is so fucked up and how he bets the driver's life isn't as fucked up as his etc. He then tells him the story of his life which went something like this: I left my long term girlfriend for "someone else" (that's me) and I want to date this other girl but she's way to cool for me and would never date me. (Megan) And he wonders why I don't like her or want him to see her. Um, you just told me you liked her. Is that not a good enough reason? You WANT to be with her but she's dating someone else. How does that not make any fucking sense? So we get home, crash, I decide I'm leaving in the morning and not going boarding. However, when Brody is so fucking hungover that he wants to ditch Laurence, I decide that I can't, so I go boarding anyways. It was a nice day and I was civil. And then I ditched everyone and went boarding by myself and listened to music. It was fun.

      Caught the late ferry back to Nanaimo, convinced Brody to come with me. Drove him to the ferry Sunday morning, went to work... had a decent day. Came home, Phil get's mad about my eyebrow piercing and goes on about how in the end, it comes down to looks, and he doesn't like the way I'm going in the looks department. How fucking FUCKED UP IS THAT. Crap, how shallow can you fucking be. SERIOUSLY. I FUCKING HATE PEOPLE, GUYS ESPECIALLY. Nobody wants to fucking do anything. The last time I fucking had plans, I got in a fucking car accident on the way there. Am I supposed to be fucking lonely all the damn time. Like, holy shit. Fuck shit bitch fucking ass. Now I'm pissed off. I'm apparently getting more ugly everytime I decide to do something, I have to fucking buy a new car, be further in debt, I get accused of shit, my ex-boyfriend is like fucking with me or something. Or just doesn't get it.

      I want to be away from all this fucking shit. Like what happened to the good old days? Oh yeah. He broke up with me. Friends turned into assholes. I met certain people who make me completely blank out the past two years from my memory. Right. I forgot that things had only gotten worse. I wish I worked everyday, all day. Then I'd be making money for being bored and doing nothing so I could spend it on all the nothing that I do. Wanna know what I've always wanted? To be in a really bad car accident where I have to go the hospital, and am on the verge of death, so I can see who would visit, or just so someone WOULD visit and I would get some attention. Dammit, seriously, next time, I'll try to hit someone harder. Or purposely run into something. Jesus, my life has come to this. To all the fucking assholes that used me and weren't happy when they didn't get what the wanted from me, FUCK YOU ALL.