After getting home from school, I don't exactly remember doing anything of any purpose at all that Friday. Actually, it's quite weird that I can't remember Friday, and Jenny, my younger sister, gave me the weirdest look upon such a question.  Saturday, I geared up for the concert that night, which I attended alone, a fact that sucked, but the concert was awesome.  Bleeding Through, Every Time I Die, Between the Buried and Me, and Haste the Day played.  I only lasted through Every Time I Die: I didn't have any earplugs (dorky I know, but I worry about damaging my ears).  The mosh pit was awesome, as were the last three bands I mentioned (the played in the order backwards from how I mentioned them).  Moshing and slam dancing is such a rush. The whole thing was amazing.
Sunday, I went to church with my family.  We ate out...go figure.  Then I met up with Rebecca, which was terribly, terribly awkward for me, which I will describe later (also why the song below is written).  Attended FWC that night...yada, yada
Today, I bought clothes and my most expensive pair of jeans from Buckle, but they're a nice fit so I'll see if they're worth it.  If not, I'll just learn from the experience.  It was a nice birthday present.
"Do you still love me?"  Well, that was a dumbass question.  It's like asking people in a funeral, "Did someone die here?  Why are all you sad?"  Sitting in the car, I'm not sure who to be angry at. Myself or her?  The better question is who deserves it more.  Probably me.  Oh, yeah, and by the way the feeling's mutual...what?...No it's not.  You still love her, you bastard, even after fucking with her head in this whole relationship.  No, you can't hug me.  I don't want you near me.  Yes, ya do.  You wish you could embrace her for all it's worth.  (This is by a way, a conversation with myself, if you hadn't noticed.)  God, I hate women; they act retarded until you get used to that and then they act smart when you least expect it.  I can't mollify this pain with some balm or aloe.  It's an irritant, but I don't know that the friendship can ever last.  Why should it?  All you fucking outsiders, you have no idea, but you think you do...or maybe you don't, I don't know...I'm just venting...I could go more in detail but I don't really want to...