onesecondmore

this was a semi-fun but short weekend...

missed out on seeing dane cook, waited too long to get tickets. took the people i had already promised a ride to down to orlando, went to see kill bill again with a friend while waiting for the show to let out, then went to the bbq bar to hang out. it felt good to get out for a change, if even to just not do much.

i've been to orlando very few times since breaking up with a girl living down there. it just got to where there were too many ghosts everywhere i went while down there.

now she's an aspiring 'star-fucker' and i have trouble figuring out what i ever saw in her.

yet another ex is starting to take this route also, trying to get backstage to meet someone at a show we were(and apparently are still) planning to go to together. i guess it isn't my place to say anything, but it just makes me shrug, roll my eyes and scratch my head as to why celebrity is such an aphrodesiac to some people.

on the flipside, she is trying to get two passes and i would hope she wouldn't ditch me if it doesn't work out, but if she does, i'll see exactly where our attempt at friendship really stands.

in the same vein as not knowing my friends as well as i think i do, the girl who i assume is my latest ex since she hasn't contacted me in 3 months(supposedly because she has no phone or internet access due to parental strife at home) still remains awol. i guess living up north is agreeing with her much more than it used to, and i renew my friendship with the curb. i tried to be upbeat and take her word for what was going on, but 3 months out of contact would seem to speak volumes.

i'd given up long before this post, but it just seems to fit in with the theme of fucked-up girls i've had the pleasure(or misery, you pick) of being involved with.

i'm just tired of feeling like someone thinks the world of me when it was really just a way to pass time 'til something better came along.