  I loved the 90's because everything in the 90's was simple. My biggest issue in the 90's was Mark...That horrible janitor with the mullet who made us sit in alphabetical order at lunch time.
But now, nooooo everything is harder. It sort of sucks if you ask me. Well I haven't really been updating how I used to so here it goes, I am going to pour my heart and soul onto this entry...Dun dun dun EARLIER this week I found out that one of my good friends liked the guy that I had been jonesing for for months. Then she told him. I was crushed. But I am now getting over it and have discussed it with my friends and they all said to forget about him because he was an ass. So long Eric. THEN , one day I was going over to Megan's house, but sadly I had no ride. So I called my parental units, and they were going to come and get me, and drop me off there. BUT INSTEAD, somebody else came to get me, somebody who was very special to me in the past. I was planning on going over to her house in my sweats and a dirty old ramones teeshirt, but I suddenly found my self getting into jeans and putting on my black lace underwear.
Not that he would even see them, I mean he totally has a girlfriend. I even put on mascara. I don't know what the hell I was thinking, but it was very strange. So pulled into my driveway and I was SO nervous, and he was singing the pimp song you know, the dirt off your shoulder song?
It was so cute. And the whole way to Megan's we hardly talked, but I said "thanks for the ride" when we got there and he was all "hey, no problem" and I was like...oh nooooo what am I doing? This can't be happening, because its HIM, and I was SO over him like three years ago. Not that anything DID happen, well things could have happened...But I was young and impressionable. YESTERDAY , I went to the cottage, which is pretty much a party place, but thats besides the point.
And Jason told me that my friend Ian (14) had OD'd on oxy-cotten. It was so strange to me that something like that could happen. I thought shit like that only happened in movies and in the ghetto. THis doesnt happen in Slyvania. Anyway, his older brother Dan (18) was with him when he did it, and Ian actually DIED for like two minutes and Dan was so strung out that he couldn't even do anything.
I guess somebody called 911 or gave him CPR, he was taken away in cuffs in an ambulence. He also had quite a large stash of pot thats going on his record too. Chip (his dad) is sending him to a detox center in Lansing so I hope he'll be ok...he's such a nice kid. Well, now that i have that all of my chest, maybe i can squeeze into a B cup. haha. I feel better, anyway, I am off to Detroit Rock City for the week so I'll try to keep updated from there. I'll be back on Monday though, so don't miss me too much. 
