I finally thought of something worth writing an entry over. Concert tickets. Or, rather, the lack thereof. My good friend, Lauren, was extremely excited about going to a John Mayer/Maroon 5 concert. She was telling me about how she was planning on taking one of her friends. I kind of expected it to be me. She knows that I like John Mayer, but that I'm not a total fan-freak about him, like she is. -grin- She didn't even tell me when she gave the tickets to Keri. -shrug- I don't mind so much, simply because I'm not a huge fan of John Mayer, and I know Keri is. But, now, they're spending all this time together, talking about it, and I'm simply part of the background. I know it shouldn't bother me, but it does. Now, they're always hugging, and telling each other how much they love each other. -snorts and grins- Don't worry, they're not bi, or lesbian, or anything like it. They're just really good friends, apparently, that don't get the chance to talk often anymore. Oh well. Another note on Lauren. She's one of my best friends, and, don't get me wrong, I love her to death. With that said... Recently, we voted for Outstanding Boy and Outstanding Girl at our school. Guess who's going to get Outstanding Girl? Yeah, that's right. Lauren. I'm happy for her, truly. But, I can't help feeling a little envious. Lauren is a gorgeous redhead, very intelligent, awesome personality. Once again, I am -not- bi, or lesbian, I simply wanted to help clarify -why- I'm jealous of her. I'm jealous of her looks, yes. I think of myself as a bit better than decent looking, but, still... I'm an intelligent person, but I hate the fact that at times, she's competition, as far as grades are concerned. I have a pretty good personality, but she was voted "Best Personality" in a school-wide vote. Great, huh? So, now she's "Best Personality," and "Oustanding Girl." How is that supposed to make me feel? She didn't brag about being voted Best Personality, in fact, she didn't mention it once. Oh, wow, I guess that means she's modest too. This is so stupid of me, but I feel the need to write it down. I wish I could talk to someone- even her- about this, but... I actually have someone in mind to talk to about it, and I will, probably, sooner or later.
Well, I guess that's it. Another entry soon, probably.