Don't break down, my concrete girl.

My Spring Break is going by wonderfully. At first, I believed I was going to sit around all day, watching youtubes, and reading AP magazines.

However, this Spring Break has been inceasingly delightful.

Monday, I went to the Birthday Bash. Most of the time we sat out of the crowd because Maria was coughing from all the smoke around us.
It as pretty amusing however because all the people who were intoxicating her lungs worked at the cancer voulenteer booth.=)

Watching her expression hen she found out was purley priceless.

The Matces put on such a great preformance, and all I could see on stage the entire set from Blue October was the the violin guy.

Rude Squad is pretty ddecent, although thier more ska with thier trumpets than anything else. Suburban Tragedy was there as well, which is always amazinggg.
The beach on Wednesday left me looking like a Mexican.

It was so much fun though, and Kilgore and her mom actually got along, which as a true miracle in itself. Brianna is so cute and full of energy.

And shes as smart as a whistle.

She didnt really need me to direct her on how to use the camera, or my cell phone at all.

And I know for a fact she not too familiar with eithier.

She even TXTed. Shes FIVE!

I later found out that Maria was on the boadwalk right by us, all alone. She was pretty upset.

The concert at Bigshots Friday left me filled with happiness, regaurdless if ST made it seem like minors were all satonic spawn.

I know I'll never stay as happy as I've been the past few days.

Soon this will all desinergrate, and I'll become surrounded by fake people, with thier fake lives, draging me down thier same miserable paths, into an ocean filled with lost hopes, and burning desires to be anywhere else in the world of despair, and empty-heartedness than where I will be.

I talked to Justin two nights ago. I couldn't stand being so distant, without any closure.

I love him to death, but I just don't know if I have the strength to go through everything all over again without breaking someones neck, including my own.

I think I just need to bury the hatchet, remember our friendship, and carry on in my life. And if that path takes me away from him, I know in the long run, I'll be better off. I hope.

I can't get hurt again. I won't be able to take it.

Actually, I'm sure I can handle it. Iv'e lways been able to, I just don't want to feel what I've been feeling anymore.

I find it amusing how I hang out with Maria once she leaves the county. I guess it's true, you truly don't know what your missing until it's gone.

I was suppose to hang out with Dylan today, but I was calle din for work, and even if MAria and I did follow through with our plans, we both had an undieing feeling he'd bail, or make some sort of excuse on how he couldn't get to point a and b...blahblahblahh.

So I guess I'll leave off with, Spring break has been wonderful, and hopefully Sunday I can find a way to leave my wnoderful week behind with something great.big.spectacular.ANYTHING.