so this one time bryce bought me two red roses last weekend. he and jess stopped by my house tonight, waited for an hour and left. bryce calls me up asking if i want to go to a movie. so, as i walk out toward the car, he's standing there by the opened door. he pulls from behind his back a dozen red roses....
i hate that feeling. i don't like when people try to do things for me, especially when it involves wasting money at my expense. i'm so terribly flattered, but bryce is totally aware of the fact that i don't date, nor would i allow myself to like him even if i did. grrr.. christy told me that when he found out i wouldn't be coming home to stay with christy this weekend (as i guess he was planning on renting a limo..?) he planted himself in the middle of the road, obstructing traffic. i'm not sure how the story actually went, as i could be telling it all wrong, but i heard the police had to get him out of the street. i'm not positive how it all went, but.. ::sigh:: that kinda worries me. he hardly even knows me...as flattering as it all is, i'm really not interested, and not exactly sure how to go about telling him that. eh.. hopefully things will figure themselves out, er... something.
as i'd been performing my routine task of updating my journal last night, joe signed on. we agreed to meet, as we'd not seen each other in over a month. i really missed him...
so he informed me that his friend aaron had passed away a few weeks ago. i'd not really had the opportunity to get to know aaron especially well, but we chatted a few times. suicide that word always stands out amongst all the others, it repeats in your head, haunting. i didn't know aaron very well, but... he's dead now. i can't tell you how horribly sad that makes me. i've never known anyone to actually try and succeed. ::whimper:: although terribly sad and unfortunate that things with him had to end in that manner, it's almost a wake-up call, a slap in the face.