Maybe the hairclip can fix it?

Sadness bestows me. In a matter of hours my brother abandons me. Leaves me for a place I'm, how can I really say this, scared to revisit. So many things happened, and well, I don't think I can return just yet. I still need time. I can't gain the courage to visit my own father. What kind of person does that make me? Maybe, one day. I'm not trying to make anyone feel sorry for me. I just need courage, that's all. I have my parents. This shouldn't be so hard.

I don't really know how to say this lightly either. Another wound opened. Another suicide plagues me. Not that I care. But it's still sad. And I physically feel the pain these people are going through. Not that this man, was exactly the model citizen, but I have no right to judge. I only know what I've seen, and what I've been told. And who he's hurt. I can only imagine that he finally saw the light, and couldn't handle whatever he discovered. I hope that he finally came to peace with himself. Because in the end, that's all that matters. [RM:RIP]

So latest, LA trip. Amazing. Leann Hunley is the ish, and well, enough said. Almost hanging with a soap star, and well, the downside, my flights were shitty. Sitting next to Mama Jr. That woman was so stupid, and how many times must you ask me why I'm flying to LA? Seeing friends just isn't a good enough excuse I guess. And do I care that you have an extra set of headphones that I can use? Or how many times must you complain about the noise your earphones are making? Or did you have to make me move when our flight was taking off? Or do I care about Texas weather, or how you got stuck in Atlanta? But I did get a free magazine from the ordeal. And last but not least, I don't know how your valet parking works. Shouldn't you? The Flight home got even worse. Not only was it delayed. I sat next to a woman, that was about 2 inches shy of cuddling with me, and who snored in my ear. And as if that's not bad, there was a crying baby on the flight. Cried the whole fucking way home. Not only did I not sleep, I rolled into Texas at about 4 in the morning, cranky, bitchy, and well, did I say bitchy?

The event. Well interesting. I'm thankful for the bar. I'm not really all that star struck really. The alcohol helps with that I guess. I practically attacked Will Utay, he shouldn't have said he was from Dallas. But really, they're just glorified people, I guess. I've never seen so many mullets, and old women. Funny shit. I think the funniest thing, was watching that guy make a text message, that said something on the lines of, "These people are fucking insane." Maybe one day, I'll share my pics. The important people can see some of them on myspace.

Awe, so I forgot how much I love Dawson's Creek. And seriously, Pacey and Tamara. Hotness. Haven't we all wanted to fuck a teacher? HAHA.

[So in the time it took me to type this up, I got 6 friend requests on myspace. None of which I know. Myspace is getting really bad on spam. It needs to be fixed, and like asap. Make that 7]