April 5th

Another boring day is over. Time for a blogpost. Not that it'll be interesting or readable in any form, but it's BEDA and I have nothing else to write, so here I go: Andy called last night... As usual. I mean, on weekends, he either comes over after a party or he drunk-calls me. Again, it's late at night. I know I shouldn't let him do that all the time, but that's a different story...
However, he called me after everyone left his house telling me what happened at the party and whatever. About halfway through the conversation, his phone died. He called me again some minutes later, we ended our talk and went back to sleep. It was like... 3 a.m.? Probably.
Monday, I baked rolls again and my mom and I took them to my grandma's at coffee hour. 3 p.m. There, I hid my license for my grandma, because she didn't know about it, yet. She was very happy. We went home, watched movies and I went to bed. Not very exciting either.

I know I shouldn't let him in when he comes over and I know I shouldn't let him wake me that late at night and that I should be mad and all. It does annoy me that he's always drunk. We do talk when he's sober, that just never happens on weekends. It's something that I'd change right away if I had the ability to do so, but I accepted that I can't and that I just have to wait and be a friend until he grows up and realizes that he can't continue like this... I've never been drunk and I don't understand how people need alcohol to enjoy themselves. I mean, are they that uncomfortable with their appearance that they can only stand themselves when they're drunk? They are good people, they just have a problem. "They are tweenage boys", that's the excuse society invented for people like them. I'm there to do damage control and I enjoy watching out for them. I know I baby them and I shouldn't do that... I can't help it, so shoot me, geez. I have yet to find a way to not care about what happens to them.