Alright, here's the thing. I'm going to use this journal to rant about all the shit going through my brain at this moment. If you don't want to hear it, then don't read any more of it. If you do read it, don't mouth off at me about what I'm writing. I'm not doing this for your criticism, I'm doing this because I need to vent to, and have no one that I can actually do it to. So you can get pissed at me for all I care, but just don't mess with me right now.

So, I've been talking to this person online and stuff, and they're pretty cool. And I'm starting to get to the point where I'm sure that if we hung out, we'd be cool. But ignoring my IM's (and not just the first time) is NOT cool. We've totally clicked on a friendly level. We like the same music and stuff, and all that jazz. But if you're going to be a bitch about it, and not talk to me for some reason that I don't even know about, then you can go screw yourself. I mean really. We haven't even met before, so I don't know how you can be judging me. It's like talking to someone over the phone and saying "Your voice is weird, I don't know if I like you or not", which isn't cool either. So seriously, get yourself straight.

Now usually me and my friends joke about a lot of stuff, and it's all cool. And when a friend kinda doesn't talk to you as much, you just assume that they're preoccupied or something. But when you're sitting at the lunch table and they pull out the line, "Hey, could you push over a little bit please? I said please, even though you don't deserve it." Something is effing up. Really now? At first I thought he was joking, but he looked away, and had a totally serious look. So I was like 'Alright, maybe he was joking and I just missed it'. Apparently not. The next week, he takes my chair at the lunch table, and here's the basics of the conversation:

Me: Hey dude, you're kind of in my chair.
Him: So?
Me: That's kind of my spot.
Him: So take someone else's chair.
Me: There's no other chairs.
Him: *takes someone's stuff of their chair* There, you can sit there.
Me: But I don't want to take someone else's spot.
Him: So? I took your chair, and I didn't care!

...Hurtful much? But I slide in a little hint.

Me: *walks around to the other side of the table* Well now I have nowhere to sit.
Him: Just take the spot I made for you.
Me: No, I don't want to take his spot, that's not what I do.

Of course, I said it kind of maliciously, but you get the basic point. So is he sending me little discrete messages that he dislikes me for some reason? I don't even know, but the next time something happens, me response will be "Look, I don't know what I did, but it's obvious you have a problem with me. Could you just tell me what it is, because I'm totally not clear."

Ughhhhh, I'm just in a pissy mood. And I really don't feel like typing out anything else. Sorry for the pointlessness of this, and how stupid it is, but I needed to let it out somewhere, and this seemed like my best bet.

On a nicer note, I might be getting a really nice camera, since my mom asked me to write down the specific name of the one I wanted for her. So that's super cool