well. i'm back from my sleepover.
it was fun, a quiet sort of fun i guess.
/sitting in the balcony, trying to play with the 13-in-1 games thing, laughing.
/and the long hours of talks, of jc life, of subjects, of everything that we could think of.
/playing my very first game of pool, i'm glad its with these people, having an enjoyable 2hrs in exchange for $4.80, i don't mind.
/learning german bridge, and poker. card games are lots of fun, really.
/discovering our superior isketch skills, and being downright mean to the other players.
/attempting to make sense of RISK, and playing our own way, ended up in me surrendering for the sake of my people, haha.
/lots and lots of junk food, delicious aglio olio and fried rice.
/and emily.
never had a sleepover like this. it's interesting, and yeah it was fun, although next time, lets have the normal kind, not the babysitter kind, yes?
the everybody, noisy, chalet, sleeping at 5am kind would be nice.
since i'm typing this on sunday, my anger has long ceased.
but really, on friday night, i was planning just exactly how i would compose this post to you.
you, who would apologize without knowing the reason, who doesn't see how that makes your apology fake, who believes that 'im sorry' can change everything.
seriously, a sleepover is not for you to use the com, to type away in your various msn conversations with your MANY MANY friends. you might as well just go home then.
you knew that i was alone, with nothing to do, and when i asked you to stop, you agreed, only to turn back the moment it rang again.
what, then, is the point of saying sorry?
it only makes things worse, doesn't it?
but whatever. obviously i can't do anything about it, for you are you, and will always be you.
no matter what others say, you don't change.
even if you knew i was mad, you still wouldn't do anything about it.
well. i'm not going to bear a grudge. i just needed to let it all out. and now i have.
there's a whole paragraph that i've already deleted.
