Started it all on a good note , at the last new year's party. Watched the relationship that I thought was going somewhere slowly disintegrate into nothing, but held on too tight and made an ass of myself. Spent many nights at TC until early morning. Strange winds came and blew over tress. I got a LiveJournal. Dr. Harris got fired from the Garden Grove Emergency Clinic. Shot holes in paper with guns. Flea developed a weird coughing sickness. Was offered a promotion at work. Met a girl who would later prove to be all sorts of evil. Ran into Brent, who I'd never thought I'd be speaking to ever again. Finally got myself registered for school.
Found out that the promotion I had been offered was giving to someone else. Got a pair of spurs. Had another one of my terrible parties, and I realized at that point that I was not the one who had what I wanted to have. Decided to quit my job, and gave notice as soon as I had the job at Central lined up. Got half of my teeth drilled. Wanted to die on Valentine's Day. Got a speeding ticked and found out that I wasn't actually registered for school. Took care of Michael when he was sick, and became horribly ill as a result. Johnny decided that he was in love with me. Pulled some really immature game playing stupid girl drama with Jessica as my assistant.
Finally came to terms with the fact that Michael and I had nothing. Briefly considered starting somthing with Johnny, but though better of it, and broke the poor boy's heart in the process. Started working at Central. Saw an old friend on MTV. Wrote out my standards for anyone I'd date, know that there is only one who would really fit. Started hanging out with Cryss again. Shaun Hunter came up to visit me. Duster, a rat that lived with me for a while, died. Got action from one whom I never expected it ... and dove headfirst into that trainwreck, all super-secret style. Learned that I really can trust Steph and Marge with secrets. Saw Ministry. Went to the river with Marge.
Johnny decided he was going to be obsessive over me and call constantly. I knew I was getting attached to someone I shouldn't get attached to, and let myself do it anyway just because i like the feeling. Saw the Adicts, lost a shoe. Took pictures with Ben. Went to Joe's birthday in Coto de Caza. Started talking to Michael again, a little bit. A band formed with me in it, playing bass. Had another crappy party and spent too much time vomiting.
Got my heart broken like I knew I would, but for reasons I didn't expect, and took it much harder than I thought I would. Surprised myself by going to Michael for comfort. Went to Vegas, got beat up walking down the street, watched my friends do stuff that they promised they wouldn't bring around me. Realized why I got out of that scene. Got more involved with Michael ... hesitated, afraid of the pain. Decided to take the chance. Sacrificed my nails for a band that i knew wouldn't go anywhere. Saw Camper Van Beethoven. Started to realize how much damage that stupid girl did. I was put into a position in which i had to make a choice between a sure thing with limited prospects, or someone i loved that i wasn't sure would go anywhere ... that was fucking tough. I chose correctly. Pierced my nipples. Showed very few people.
I'll do the rest of the year later ... the second half is happier.