Being in love is hard.

And before I get blasted about love and how I'm too young and yadda yadda, let me explain myself. I really think I might be in love with this guy. It's crazy but it feels right. I've never worried about a boyfriend like I do him. I'd like to say he brings out the best and sometimes worst in me. And he stays through all my crap and emotional spells, which is refreshing. He hasn't called me crazy or bitchy. It just works with him, so I'm going with it. :)

SFBOMD left for Japan last night. His Dad works for Microsoft and they have job opportunities there. I miss him already. I feel pathetic for doing so. I hope he's okay. There's a thirteen hour time distance. HE IS IN THE FUTURE! He's staying at a hostel for two nights and then moving south on the mainland. I'm worried about him. Even though I know the movie Hostel is completely unrealistic, I can still see some physcotic killers running loose there.

Today, 7/11 was giving away free 7.11oz slurpees. Mike, Diana and Jocelyn came to my house and we all walked there together. I had a mixture of Mountain Dew and Blue Raspberry? I don't know, it was blue. So, we were hanging out in front of the store. (loitering) When Kyle, a friendish thing from school, comes out of no where. He DROVE to 7/11. It's so weird to see him driving. It's so weird that he's a Junior! God. Anyway, he says a bunch more people are walking up to meet him. We hang out some more, they arrived, hugs were shared, blah blah blah. It was pretty mellow. All of a sudden this young lady rolls up in her H3 with a car full of friends. They stormed the store and were standing around by her car when another vehicle pulled up next to them. The yelling started almost automatically. "IF YOU'RE GONNA TALK SHIT! SAY IT TO MY FACE!" And so on. The H3 owner whips her slurpee at the other car and misses. Ultimately splashing on her own car, inside and out. She swears some more and the other car drives away. She quickly wipes her car down, obviously frustrated, gets back into the car and tries to pull out. She rams into an innocent white pick-up. It was wildly entertaining. All we could do was stare. More cussing ensued, almost every adult in the area felt the need to step in. The H3 called someone while weeping (probably her loaded father) and told a totally different story to make it seem like it wasn't her fault. Kids these days. :)