Allergic to the World.

Today I went to the Progressive Club for the first time.
To put it simply, I fell in love. Madly, deeply, thoroughly in love love love love.
I'm sickened that I only now discovered its wonders. From Dalton doing heel turns, Dylan expressing supremacy over every other group ever, Trevor sitting on his little stool on the corner looking all important, and everything in between. (Including the actual topics, cause you know, that's sort of what it's all about.)
Have I mentioned I loved it?
I'll definitely be there next week, same time, same place, love.

Last night, by the way, concluded with the loss of a different friend, and resulting from this a lot of changes. Good or bad, I don't know yet. I'll try to make the best out of it.

Mehhh. I still can't breathe.

I just posted this a few hours ago, it needs additions now.

Olivia Rose Mandel and I are no longer friends, actually, I wouldn't even call us acquaintances. Now this seems really bad, because just while I've been learning how to be blented, I've blogged about my loss of friends, and this is pretty much the third one this week. Please don't think that I'm a bad friend or that this is a normal occurrence, because in fact this happens, well never. I guess this week is just get rid of negativity/accept reality week for me. I can't even say I'm totally upset over this fight with Olivia, because she is the one close friend I've ever had that I'm always fighting with, and that is always making me feel horrible about everything. And she called it this time. If anyone knows about my relationship with Olivia, it majorly sucks. There's lots of crying, bitching, yelling, screaming, and then making up. We're pretty much a really bad old married couple. Well now we're divorced, and living on different continents.
Maybe cry later.
Maybe.