Current location:	The JoshCave
Current mood:	complacent

like zoinks!
So yeah, I'm typing for a lack of better things to do. I want to make this journal thing slightly consistent... though I don't see why I need to.

I'm really sick of my friends lately... I've mentioned that before, I know, but it's on my mind a lot. Here's my excuse for the reiteration:

My birthday is this Sunday... I'll be 19, party time! I am thinking of my friends because I realized that I have nothing to do this weekend. I want to go out to a club; just because I can now, not because I'll enjoy it. Then again, I might have fun... with the right people. And they are nowhere to be found.

My friends have also invited me to hang out on Saturday, and I really just don't want to do that. I don't want to hang out with my ex-girlfriend, a girl who callously cheated on her boyfriend (at least both he and I consider it cheating), and her new boyfriend who was my best friend of the theatre bunch until he started dating that selfish skank. Oh, and there's the girl with the apartment whom I have nothing against at all, but that's one out of four. Sorry!

They all consider me to be their friend, but I don't know if the feeling is mutual anymore. It's very confusing.

In shallower news: the Scooby-Doo live action movie is on TV, and I found myself watching it because my little brother had it on. The movie is very confusing and seemingly contradictory to all of Scooby-Doo for this reason: Velma is hotter than Daphne. This should not be. It makes no sense. Velma is supposed to be the smart one and Daphne the ditzy smokin' hotness. Yet Velma's hotness is greater than or equal to the hotness of Sarah Michelle Gellar with red hair? It shouldn't be true. But it is.



Geektastic hotness.


"Oh no you di-int."