please excuse the excess 'blog's

So before I got this crazy idea to actually start blogging on my own blog (blog is just really fun to say, and read, and type. Blog. Bbbbllllloooooooog.) I was content with Tumblr.
Not that Tumblr isn't, strictly speaking, a 'blogging platform', but all I do on my public blog is reblog pretty pictures, K-fashion, K-pop, Tom Felton, and write weird things. I don't write about my daily life, in general. (Unless you count griping about my joke of a love life, and I don't.)
And all I do on my private blog is gripe more about my nonexistent love life. Whee.

I'm not sure if I even want another 'blog'. I have all these things I want to say, all these things to complain about, all these people to judge. But once I actually get the webspace to put all these lovely thoughts in, they don't come out in nice coherent sentences.
Then usually I give up and settle for reblogging some bloody picture or whatever.
Plus, I don't want to put more of my time into writing random posts on this blog instead of studying for chem. Yeah.... studying...... chem......... maybe that would be a good idea. Just can't wait for finals!
Already considering disabling Facebook and telling Alicia to change my Tumblr password so I can't get on Tumblr until finals are over. Queue's enabled so my followers won't miss me.............

Anyways. I'm always complaining about how my life sucks so I keep forgetting that at least I have friends. Sure, I might joke all the time about being 'forever alone' and watching from the sidelines as my friends get asked to social functions (cough Winter Ball cough), but at least I can be there to hold their origami roses and make fun of them and their dates. I've been with this group of friends since eighth grade, and nothing's really changed. We're still in orchestra/band (and in Alicia's case, Spanish) and I suppose that we never made this conscious decision to become this... "group".
Like orchestra, and the whole Anaheim thing, made us a lot closer. And inside jokes, and the fact that we do spend at least a period with each other. It's hard not to get close. Still, with such a big group, it's easy to overlook some people -- and they slowly slip away. Greetings in the hallways when we pass, and then there aren't... anymore.
Then we go on and after all, we weren't 'best friends', just 'friends'.
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I think what I was trying to say, throughout that entire spiel, is that I'm thankful for my 'best friends', for hanging around even when I'm being spiteful and jealous and downright annoying c:
And that I know what it felt like, being on the outside of inside jokes and trying to fit in and feeling left out. So for anyone who's out there trying to just..... fit in, be someone's 'best friend', be in a group of friends: I guess I could be your friend.
Maybe, if you're not annoying, I could be your best friend. It just takes time. Hang in there.
Having said all of that, I must add that sappy and overly dramatic posts are not quite my style, and I'll attempt not to make any more of them. I also tend to ramble on and on until the original point is lost somewhere between the paragraphs (Was my original point about how my life sucks? Huh. That's original.)

I believe I'll save the griping of my love life for later. There is chem to study for and Cain homework to bs.