Wait, I do have one thing. Hey best friend, Claude. Please feel better, Angie and I are scared, you keep like fading while I was talking to you. Oh and thanks for answering when I called you even though you were getting stitches in your mouth<3.
Well anyway, uhm here goes the babbling. Derek told me a while ago that weird people gravitate towards me, because I am weird. It was plausible. Well last night he said this "Well as i have come to think about it, it's not actually because your weird. It's because you understand people. Your really goddamn smart and i think this is the anwser to that question you had a while back." Now it wasn't really a question, it was more of an observation that weird people tend to open up and feel comfortable around me, I love it. I love that I can meet someone once and they can feel completely comfortable telling me about their life and even asking for advice. And I guess he's right, I do understand people. I talk a lot and I know that, but I know all the right things to say to make people feel better without making empty promises our lying to them. I know exactly what people do and don't want to hear. Now for one I am no liar, I hate lying. There are really only a handful of people I would lie for no matter the situation no matter how wrong I even knew they were. Don't get me wrong I know I am a damn good liar, considering I've only gotten caught in a lie once, but I think that's why I hate lying so much. I think I'm afraid that if I can get even the most skeptic people to believe my lies that maybe I too will believe them and the truth or even myself will somehow get lost in it. I'll just lay helpless in a tangled web weaved of lies spun by my own tongue.
It's always freezing in my room. Partly because I keep the door closed all day and there is only one vent in my room, and because my room is above the garage. I'm starting to like it, it's almost refreshing. I come home and walk into my room and this cold wave of air just hits me in the face and for some reason I get relaxed of all the feelings in the world, relaxed, a cold temperature relaxing me.
So thirty four days till Taste of Chaos. And that reminds me of those stupid rules you learned in elementary school about writing. Every number less than one hundred must be written out and cannot be used in numerical form. Or that you can't start a sentence with because, or and, or well or for that matter. So suck it Mrs. Cornman I just started a sentence with or and I probably started another with and before this. And now I start all my thesis statements with because. And speaking of because I was the only kid in Mrs Miller's second grade class who could spell because without asking the teacher. Anyway that was random.
I don't remember winter every being this cold, maybe my memory is lacking, or maybe I've lost too many brain cells collectively, but still this winter seems so bitter and frigid. Which leads me to this, global friggin warming. GUESS WHAT THE FUCKS UP AL GORE, it doesn't exist. It's fucking freezing in New York. And temperatures all over are at record lows to date. Good try though, that whole scare the shit out of America, because I lost the presidential election, classy man, just classy.
So I just heard from Claude. He's okay, a little bruised and bloody, but he'll be okay.
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