so yeah. i ended up being the one doing the calling. you're fucking lazy, did you know that? went over to the apartment and hung out with trevor and shawn while drew played the sims (WHICH, I FOUND ABOUT A HALF-HOUR AGO, HE IS STILL PLAYING NOW) for hours. shawn had to get up for an 8 am dmacc class so he went to bed and trevor and i watched happy gilmore while drew played yet more sims. though drew did detach long enough to try to beat me up in a wrestling match. he, of course, succeeded. it was fun. trevor and shawn showed me their stuffed animals, i helped their neighbor tonya with her english paper, and all was happy. i didn't get home, however, til 6 am this morning. drew makes me an insomniac. damn him. slept all day, went to band practice, cuddled up with my ry ry and watched a terrible horror movie, then drove an hour home only to be stuck sitting here in front of the computer since i called drew and he didn't say anything to the effect of come over and hang out. dick. so everyone's out, and i'm stuck here sober and bored. fuck fuck fuck.
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