[cheesy friends theme song]

So I feel better today.

Last night, I was devestated, but my head is together again. As together as it can be I suppose. I moved into my new room (nice!) cleaned, had dinner with Marcin, and hung out at the police station. Officer Scheffler helped me out with my bike situation to figure things out, and I at least feel good. It's so neat to be able to give a police officer all of the information he needs in the way that he like to get it. There's a certan way you tell someone things, such as a subject description, and to just say it how they do over the radio all professional-like is very very cool. I saw my friends Chris tonight. He's a dispatcher, and I never see him anymore. Good guy.

I have such awesome friends. You know, I've been really lucky throughout my life to have generally, very *nice* people as my friends. That may not seem that impressive, but it's so hard to come by smart, funny, NICE people. Everybody has been great, and even though i'm not as close with a bunch of people from the past as to those here in my present-day life, it's all be great. Justin really came through for me. I really just needed someone to talk to, someone I felt comfortable crying next to, and he was that person. I don't get super emotional a lot -- I really try to not (for better or for worse) -- so when it happens, it's because I really am upset. He really cheered me up while not minimizing my anger or sadness. He let me be sad when I needed to be without telling me to stop. He understood that that was what I needed to do. After he calmed me down, we watched a movie (Indiana Jones: Raiders of the Lost Ark). Then Jason and Bobby and Dominic gave me some drinks and ordered pizza and we played video games. It really helped me out, because shitty stuff happens, and it's nice to have friends that make you feel better.

This is why I like to have guys friends. I think I've enjoyed their perspective on how to handle "emotional" situations. Girls want to talk and talk and hug and hug, and they always want you to say something; and I'm like, "shit! wtf do you want me to say?! get OVER it!" Guys are like, "have a beer," and they'll listen to you, but they won't BS some sort of response. They just say what they think back and then the conversation is over. How many times does a person need to talk about their problems? Geez.

The only thing keeping me from being a lesbian is the fact that I generally hate girls. Oh, and the fact that Justin is one of my favourite people ever. EVER. Lalalalala. All of my friends are so cool. Fuck YEAH!