All that I have found in reason, is reason just to not believe

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People all grow up to die

Well, I talked to my boyfriend's mom yesterday - she called to see if he was with me because she hasn't seen him pretty much all week, he hasn't called her, and she can't get ahold of him because he didn't pay his cell phone bill. Anyway, I told her about him running to the city all the time with *****, which made me feel guilty but she's his mother and she has a right to know. Appearantly she doesn't like ***** too much, either, and didn't even know they were hanging out anymore. She said that's going to stop unless he wants to be kicked out of his house and his car taken away. I was so upset I was shaking when I was talking to her, and she must have been able to tell because she told me to let her try to talk some sense into him. So I sent him another email, apologizing for the previous one, but I don't know if he's read either one because he hasn't replied, and he hasn't called or gotten in touch with me in any way. I don't even know if his mom got ahold of him, where he is, or if he's okay. I'm so fuckin' stressed out over him and all this stupid shit that I completely forgot to take an online quiz for one of my classes, so now I have 0 for that grade. I don't know how I'm supposed to deal with all this while I'm trying to keep my grades up, stay caught up, and begin to study for finals, which are in two weeks. It's a pretty fuckin' shitty situation, I would say.

In other news, the girls I live with and I drank last night. I had seven jell-o shots and two and a half glasses of vodka and OJ. Vodka kicks my ass, so I was pretty drunk by the time the night was through. I was def. the drunkest one out of the four of us. We played a bunch of games, including Presidents and Assholes and Catch Phrase. It was a blast. I threw up three times before I finally passed out, sometime after 3:30. Then, I woke up around 6:30 and was up from then until 11:30, pretty much puking my guts out. I would try to go back to sleep but within minutes I was right back in the bathroom throwing up. That was not fun. Finally, I fell asleep at 11:30, only to wake up at 12 to puke again. I went right back to sleep and woke up at 12:30 to puke for the last time. I went back to sleep and, with a few exceptions, didn't wake up until after 4 in the afternoon. But I felt much better :)

Okay, time to do some homework.

9:46 p.m. - 2007-04-15

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self - destruct