There is a downfall of having an hypermanic for a cousin; you realize what you miss. Yes, he's making me type a new fucking journal, how lovely. I've just finsihed recovering from being bucked off a horse and receiving a kick in the head from said horse. I'm damn lucky it didn't break anything expect my nose; heh, brings back the memory of when I first broke my nose. I don't recall ever playing that game again. Some of my friends have been nagging me for sometime now about wanting to meet some of my childhood friends. I believe the hyper one met one of them, I just can't recall which one; that bugs me. I remember on halloween my friend Carmen met Beckett and Nick, the other one I wanted her to meet wasn't there.
I just got back from a party a while ago and got some stupid remarks about my new boots. Apparently my friends prefered my boots better. I told them the only difference there was, was that they were resoled! God, sometimes they can be idiots. A while back, like last year, I started wearing combat boots but now, and I have no idea why, I've started to wear cowboy boots. They're black with red near the top. I like them. Anyway I'm bored so I'm leaving.