vibrant and shit
my day was unexpected. ashley boy called me up to hang out. so we wandered around downtown then went to whyte ave to meet adam and lucas. two fairly lame high school boys. lucas more so than adam. but once we got there, carla was also with them. i mean, i had no use for them all during school two years ago, i have even less use for them now. and while i was getting myself a drink, they were actually talking about me; "she was stacey's friend..." as if they knew me. as if they know who i am. or who i ever was. i had no desire whatsoever to go to lucas's house to smoke up with them, or to hang around them longer than i already had, which was only maybe six minutes. and i was tired of them. so very tired. i like ashley. i like hanging out with him and talking about cars and motorcycles and bikes and scooters with him, but i don't want hanging out with him to mean hanging out with them. he's a great guy, but i don't like those people and i have no desire to stick around and prove myself to them or show them who i really am. ugh.