OMG FINALLY HOME.

We rolled into Hebron at about 5:30 AM this morning and had the joy of unloading the buses in a cold drizzle. After dropping Jamie off and buying some saline solution, I think I got home an hour later and went straight to bed. I woke up at 1 PM with a headache and spent the day working on government and bumming around online. I'll write about the weekend later, because I have something else on my mind tonight.

I'm SO SICK of my friends voicing their opinions on guys I choose to talk to. They never seem to approve of anyone I want to text or hang out with. Like this weekend, I was texting David and they're like, "Don't do it, man! Don't get mixed in with him!" Seriously? Why can't I associate myself with who I want to?

Then Ian and I texted a lot this weekend and guess what the friends said? "Ugh, don't talk to him, he's creepy." Screw you all! I want to talk to my friends! Maybe I choose to talk to people like David and Ian because they're not opinionated assholes like my so called best friends.

Like, I'm sorry that I can't be like you guys and have awesome boyfriends and awesome sex lives and sit around and talk about birth control and places we've had sex and dirty things we do. Sorry that I'm always in last place. And seriously, the "Knock On A Virgin!" in place of knock on wood thing is SO old. Thanks for always pointing it out. Sure I laugh about it, but really, it hurts. The pressure is absolutely awful. When everyone was reading Cosmo and telling stories last night, I just got so angry and went to sleep.

And I'm so sick of being called prude. It's not that I'm prude, I just don't have these awesome opportunities like everyone else. Sorry that I'm interested in other things and that sex isn't at the top of my list. God. I'm not like other girls. Why can't my friends see that? I think Sarah finally caught on this morning that I was left out last night, but didn't say much more on that.

I don't know where I'm going with this. I guess I'm just bitter and lonely. I wish a little bit of light would come my way. Cause apparently I'm not a good girlfriend in a relationship, and I'm miserable out of one, so who am I supposed to please?

But it's ok. I've got Children of Bodom and Krypteria to keep me company tonight.

xx Then Again It's Like Being Needled 24/7 Marz