I have finally made a decision. I will wait for him for one week. One week. That’s all. If he doesn’t call, text, or e-mail me by the time that one week is over, then I am moving on. I have already talked to this other guy who wants to take me to dinner and the movies and I have told him this and he said that he will ask me again next weekend. I guess this is good right?? I mean, waiting one week isn’t pathetic is it? I can see longer than one week being a little sad… but not just one.

Wow it’s been a long time since I’ve written anything. Well here’s an update on the long distance relationship thing:

Me and him have been going out for about a month now. It’s going good though the other day I received my phone bill and almost had a heart attack. That is to be expected though so I can’t complain. He has been away in another country for the last two weeks and I have only been able to talk to him once or twice. **tear**

Oh, and my friend that I talked about in January is doing well. She has a boyfriend who could be better, but at least she isn’t sneaking off to be with someone that no one knows and doing God knows what.

Hmm … don’t really know what else to say. Anyone seen any good movies lately? 

Last night, I went to Starbucks with some friends and then to the movies to see Jumper which was awesome! After that we went to Starbucks again and then the person who was going to give me a ride decided to leave early and I was just going to go home with another friend and her boyfriend since I didn’t want to leave right then. After about thirty minutes of being at Starbucks we were leaving to go to my house. Then my friend’s boyfriend got a phone call from his sister saying to come home really quick to help her with something, or so they told me. When we got there they were all sitting around a table smoking pot. My friend and her boyfriend joined in and looked as if they expected me to do the same. At this point, instead of saying anything, I pretended that my phone was ringing and went outside. When I went back in I told them that it was my Dad and that I needed to get home as soon as possible and that he was pissed. Having this information, they took a few more puffs and we left. The ride home was a scary one. We almost got into about seven crashes and once we got to my house they wanted to go in and explain to my Dad that it was her boyfriend’s fault because he had to help his sister with something. This scared me to death! They smelled horribly of pot and were acting funny. Once I finally convinced them that I could handle it I went inside and realized that I also smelled and my eyes were red. My parents came over to talk to me and I said that I did not feel well and ran upstairs.

Now I feel like such a coward for not saying anything to my friends. I knew where we were going and what they were going to do even though they were lying to me and I just went with it. When we were there I also said nothing. I just acted like it was completely normal and like I was used to it, but the truth was that I was scared to death. They have invited me back and to a few other places this weekend and I told them that I cannot go because I have other plans that I cannot get out of. I know that I need to talk to her but I do not know what to say and I am afraid of losing her as a friend though she obviously is not the type of friend that I need in my life right now. I am planning on talking to her soon … I just don’t know when yet.

Wish me luck!

“It takes a great deal of courage to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to your friends. ”   Albus Dumbledore