Well I'm sure by now you all know that I'm back from band camp. Along with Capt., zoologist, and beebles. It was a really good time. Except for the food and the smell of the dorms. The dorms smelled of fish, and just plain out yucky smells. I think majority of the band had an exceptional time as well. Well I really don't want to mention any names in my blog here, because of the fact that I don't want anyone yelling at someone(s) on here. I guess the whole time I was usually with one of my best girlfriends Bobbi. I had planed on hanging out with more of my friends that I can actually do stuff with and go have fun, but that really didn't work out all that well. One of my best friends ever, Alex,(also known as deathbybeebles on here) were trying to hang out most of the week. But I guess we ran into some problems on the way. See, he's going out with one of my good friends. Well she got the message that me and him were going behind her back and doing things such as making out, etc...... I don't know why on earth she'd think that. So It came time for the dance. Things were great. Well at least that's what I thought. Someone told me that another girl called my best friend and told her that everyone at band camp hated me and a whole bunch of other senseless lies. That really ticked me off, big time! And this all had to do with me liking Brandon. I guess a whole bunch of other girls in the band like him or something, and they were all jealous because I like him. So they just had to start spreading a whole bunch of lies. So of course, finding that inner girl that I know I have stored somewhere in my body let out in a crying rage. I was so mad. Why are they so jealous? Why me, what did I do to desereve this?
Then I talked to Alex about it, he asked me one question, "Is he really worth all this trouble?" And I have come to find that my answer is yes. I don't know why, but it just is. It's hard to explain. It's like every freaking time I tried to talk to him w/o any one else bothering me, two of the most annoying girls just had to follow him around the whole week, so therefore I didn't even talk to him not even 10min the whole stinking week. So then at the dance, I danced with Brandon. Well I was hoping to get to talk to him, but no, they both just had to stand there and watch us dance! How rude. I mean gosh, can't I even get 5min to talk to my best friend?!?! But I guess in the end I got to talk to him on the way back up to the dorm that night after crying my eyes out because my good friend thought that I was making out with Alex and after she got done yelling at me. But I was glad he talked to me. He tried to do his best to cheer me up, but if crying my eyes out is what it takes for him to talk to me then, what is this saying? I have no clue. But I just thought we were all supposed to be friends and not care who like what or who. But I guess it's all different now.
~carebear~
