OH my goodness...it's seven 'o clock at night. And I'm tired as hell. I need to NOT be tired. I'm going to hang out with sister tonight, and I don't get to see her that often. She's be a freshman in high school this coming up school year...oh wow...

I remember when she was so small. I met her when I was four, and she would have turned one that October. And for those of you who don't understand my sister and I's relationship; she is, in all reality, my "step" sister. And when my mom divorced my step dad my sophomore year, we got scared and didn't think we were ever going to see each other. That ended up not being the case. I'm still close to my...ex-step-dad? Whatever, he's still Ryan to me. And Emily, his daughter, is still just Emily. They are both family to me, and there family is still part of my family as well.

It was funny when Dustin told me that he missed Ryan being here as well as I, he and Davis both. And it's not like I miss him in the sense that my mom's boyfriend is mean, because he's not, he's just not Ryan. And I know I acted like Ryan didn't matter to me, or that wasn't much of a father figure for me, because he was. He taught me all about music, Notre Dame football, how to throw a football, how to drive, and most importantly, he stuck around after he moved out of the house. He didn't disappear or anything. He let me come over to his house every Saturday to watch Notre Dame play, and his family still took me in as there own.

And for that, I'm glad. Because they are some amazing people. They all still ask how my mother is doing, and they all keep in contact with me. I love them dearly, and I feel that the divorce actually made us all closer. Weird. I was certain that it would tear everything up. But it didn't. Thank. God.

Anywhoozle..

I'd like to take time and talk about my clique from Southport (aka The Group).

Yea, I know "The Group" doesn't have a lot of flare or excitement to it. But we started the name up YEARS ago. And it just stuck.

The group consists of the following awesome people...

-Dustin Arritt
-Davis Williams
-Dusty Bracken
-Ben Miceli
-Kelly (Foxy-chan) Hensley
-Ryan Schilling
-Sara Steinmeyer
-Myself

That's just the main stage, sometimes we have different people come and go. Like the most recent doucher who had to be let go, I can't say his name, but it rhymes with Even Webb.

The group started in sixth grade at Southport Middle School, when and where Davis, Dustin and I first met. I met Dustin one day during lunch because I was wearing a Black Sabbath t-shirt, and he came up from behind me (harharhar), and was like "Dude! Nice shirt! So you're a Sabbth fan as well, I presume?"

We've been best friends ever since.

I met Davis during a bout with art club one day, he was sitting next to James White in the table closest to the door. By the end of the school year, we were all good buddy's.

Now the story with Dusty is a little funny, so I'll do my best to recollect. Because Dusty and I also met during my sixth grade year as well. HOWEVER! We were sworn enemies right off the bat. There was always some kind of tension between us, probably because I was so much cooler than he was. And I'm totally kidding about that (except not really). I remember the day that totally set him and I in place. We had like... a month left in the school year, and we were leaving Ms.Adams math/science class. As I'm leaving the class room, Dusty takes a pencil, then stabs me in the arm with it. What a dick, right? Well actually, it didn't hurt. But I ended up getting him in trouble, and he was suspended for the rest of that year.

So yea. Although the 'core' of the group is Dustin, Davis and myself, Dusty had been the ring leader during our high school years. Since he always sets plans for us to all hang out, and since we ALWAYS hang out at either his parent's or grandmother's house.

And I'm glad I'm part of this group. We're all family, and we all have a strong love for each other. Sometimes that love may go a little tooooo far, we manage. We are all a rock solid, tight nit group of people. Even after everything changed. Even after we all fell apart after Sara and I's breakup. I remember calling Dustin and telling him I was no longer his friend. It was so fucking stupid.

But Dustin said something the other day, and even though we already knew it, we hadn't had a chance to hear it out loud.

He said, "It's funny how just a year ago, this was completely torn apart, and we all loathed each other. Not it has all come back together."

And even though we all wanted to tell him to stop being a fagot, I think deep down inside, we all wanted to say thanks. Because it was true. It was only a year ago, and we all hated each other. It was crazy. I never felt so out of place.

So this is me telling the group that I love them.

I love you guys. You're the best possible friends I could have, and I wouldn't change a thing about you.

Well...except Davis. Stop being a pompous jack ass.

I'm sorry this was so long and boring and drawn out and blablabla.