I always get told how I write such short entries and all that shat...but yeah, what am I supposed to talk about? My day? I'm not used to that, and I don't think I'd actually know what to say about my "day". Not because my life's boring shit, but ok, I'll try.

Umm, well, I gave someone a really great christmas present the other day, although it was kind of late. I hope they loved it as much as I did, and if anyone's wondering what the great gift was: cut lip, broken nose, bruised eye, and probably some other bruises on his body. I'm not a mean, violent person or anything, but if anyone messes with one of my friends, then they have to watch out because I won't just sit back and let it go. The jackass wouldn't leave Ledi (one of my best girl friends) alone - and he was always "feeling her up", when ever he'd see her. She never said anything because he used to be mine & my guy friends friend in high school (we played soccer together), so he always got away with it. What the, who the fuck does he think he is? How could he even think of putting his hands on her? Let alone do more than just that. Makes me sick thinking about it.

I went up to him at soccer practise (he's not in my team anymore), and I dragged him out. He was being all cool and asking me what was up, but that didn't last too long because I couldn't even stand to hear him talk. Our conversation was really long, it went like this:

him: hey whats up man
me: what bitch, what did you say?
him: wha...

He had pissed me the fuck off even more just by saying that, so I hit him before he could say anything else and I guess I got a little bit out of control till my guy friends came. They dragged me away but not cause they thought it was wrong - but because, like they said, "I couldn't be the only one having fun beating him up". They took care of him after too but his soccer team came up and asked my friends to just let the motherfucker go. too bad. but its okay, we'll have to play against each other soon in this soccer tournament coming up, and I've got a new mission to accomplish by then & that's hurting him as much as I can during the game & basically just hitting him with the ball instead of trying to score. I really just don't care about the tournament anymore if he's going to be there in front of me - and if I was him, I'd really try to avoid me right now.

I may be acting immature, and like a prick right now, but I just don't care. I've always been like this - really over protective of my friends, especially girls & my two sisters - because I just can't stand to see them hurt, and I hate assholes like him more than anything, who hurt someone in that way. he just messed with the wrong people. but nothing I can do to him would ever be as bad as what he did to my friend anyway. Though maybe this is going to be a lesson for him, and if not, my baseball bat is always in the other room.

What else have I been up to? I've been only partying lately - without touching alcohol this time though. Unless you count the beers that my friends throw on me cause I won't drink. Yeah I smell really good after every party, but I won't complain because its fun. They always tell me how they hate me (not seriously) when they do that cause I always end up shirtless....and that apparently hurts their eyes. They're losers....but my best friends. I have a blast with them, doing the most stupid shat sometimes, but its those stupid things we do, are really special sometimes and make what our friendships are.

To anyone we're prolly those guys who play soccer every day & like being stupid, but we're more than that. We're those best guy friends who always back up each other all the time, skateboard & snowboard, play music & go to live shows every month, love video games & talking about girls & cars, & we're those guys who'd do anything for each other, and are really protective of their girl friends. yeah, we're those weird guys who'd never let anything bad happen to any of us. we're real friends.

I'm going to go now cause I can't type anymore. my right hand hurts & so does my nose thanks to the fucker but its ok. I'll feel better tomorrow. and yeah, this is me - I can be a jackass if I have a good reason, and I'm just really protective of those around me. I'm not sorry for that.

oh and yeah, happy 9 month anniversary to me and steph. :D

PS: wow this was long. yay. I'm proud of myself.

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