So my life has now come to, Corey time. Ashley time, (when her schedule permits) Kyle, (same as above) smoking pot and trying to hide it from Kyle, JOB HUNTING, smoking too much, running numerous laps around my house in a frenzy, chasing wild dreams while trying to keep sane and occupied. So far, I've been somewhat depressed. Things with Kyle are speratic and he is.. Sensitive.. I miss manly men who grunt and say things like "WHOA! that's so metal dude!" I am basically missing when I was happy, for a short lived amount of time. I skip school on a regular basis, and I don't eat. (correction, I TRY not to eat) I've lost around.. 34lbs, and I plan on continuing on this pace. I hate most of my friends, and am drifting from two that I once held closer than the rest. Ah well, we're growing apart and I'm going to have to realize.. I am different from them. Maybe so different that we can no longer relate. Well, my birthday was decent. Corey succeeded to projectile vomit in my room. I tried to be there for him through the traumatic experience, but there is only so much I can do. I drew him a warm bath and he wore my clothes after. HA. He's over a foot taller than me. He wore my blue pajama bottoms with little penguins on them. Cute. MOST IMPORTANTLY: I, HANNAH, AM SEEING GWAR AND THE BLACK DAHLIA MURDER JULY 13TH AT THE SOUNDS OF THE UNDERGROUND TOUR. I have never looked forwar to something so much. I need a job. I am big, back, and I look young.