Heh... I'm reading over the post below, and I swear to God... If I had three posts in my favorites list, that would be one of them. And you know, msot of them are delegated to the SB the next day, becuase I'm over being pissed, but that one's staying because it's true, it's completely unbelieveably blunt, and it gets out most of the frustration I've had pent up for quite some time. Boo jyah! Every once in a while, I manage to produce a real gem, worthy of the blahness I wrote for a couple months.

You know why it's so good? I wasn't even mad. Well, not on top, anyway. Deep down, I was evil-pissed. You know, that "I'm so pissed, I'm not even showing how dangerously evil I am," angry. And that asshole pissed me off so much tonight, I might be keeping it up just for sheer spite.

Seriously, I've gotten to realize something, now that I'm in college. I don't ahve to play dumb anymore. I really am dumb- in the way that I jsut don't know a lot- but I have the intelligence to learn anything. So now, when someone calls me dumb, I don't get hurt, I get angry. And tonight... The person who I call my best friend, who is making me think that maybe he jsut doesn't deserve that title, or anything that goes along with it, including a personal stalker, was calling me dumb, and jsut being an overall asshole, making sure that -his- best friend knew how "little" I was (in terms of worth-while, attachment, who knows?) . How frieking immature. Even Josh, who loves to crack jokes on how silly I am, was being nice to me. Every once in a while, he has this night of dickhead-ishness, and I just sit and stare at him, thinking, "Wow... is this the same kid who sat with me on the phone for 3 hours the night I found out Jess died? I almsot wish someone gave him a lobotomy, just so he has an excuse."

Asshole.