Stranger Than Your Sympathy, And This Is My Apology

Ugh well today was a drag. I did absolutely nothing. Excpet write five pages in my story. Oh, and I was petting my cat outside and Millie and her clique kept riding past my house on their bikes. So I'm getting the "Die-Emo-Bitch" glare fifty thousand times in a row. And then my cat started chasing them 'cause I think she got pissed off. And then they didn't come back. :) But seriously, do they have anything better to do than shoot me death threats through their gazes? Apparently not. Anyways, tomorrow is Brenda's birthday and we're going to the mall for a while then sleeping over I think (And by 'we' i mean Sarah and I). And this guy who was like stalking me at camp, yeah, his friend got my number and so my night's been pretty interesting. But really, what is it with guys in Alabama and me? Here in Virginia, all the guys give me the "Die-Emo-Bitch" glare and in alabama the guys all think I'm gorgeous and won't leave me alone. I don't know which I prefer. I seriously wish there was like, a hot goth guy in Virginia. Or just A goth guy would be nice. Actually, the guy who followed me at camp was goth. But he was really clingy and huggy or whatever. And I DON'T WANT TO BE HUGGED BY STRANGERS! RAPE! RAPE! SEXUAL HARASSMENT! So yeah, that's my facinating update on my life.