4-18-09 | “My little 5’1 halfbreed.”
Filed In: A Lightbulb Moment, Ex-Friends, Friends, I Fought the Law..., Life | 
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You know how, sometimes, when you’re angry, you can’t string together a coherent sentence to describe how you feel?
That was kinda me yesterday.
I re-read yesterday’s post and realized that it doesn’t TOTALLY make sense.
So I’ll tell y’all about today and clarify yesterday for you.
Yesterday, I didn’t mention this when I blogged, but David, my precious, precious little young’in halfbreed, got into a fight with this kid named Bradley.
Even though David is shorter than me, kid’s a tank. Seriously. He’s a football player and has like, muscle to spare. Anyway.
I’m not gonna go into detail, but David won. The cops were called by some snitch aaaaand they had to have chats with David.
Basically, if he gets in trouble again he could be on probation.
So I saw him after school today, and lemme tell you something about David and I. I love that kid, platonically speaking. 
Like I’ve said before, he’s shorter than me, about 5″1, and the most adorable thing since Winnie the Pooh. And he’s funny as all get-out.
Naturally, I was worried about him. I asked him what happened and he tells me basically everything I’ve told you, save a few details.
I’m pretty glad he’s okay, no major injuries, but the last thing I want is to deal with another friend in trouble with the law. 
D was at our school again today. I don’t freaking get why, seeing as she switched schools for the longest time. And she was sooooo happy about switching school.
“Oh, she’s just there to visit friends.” Makes sense, in a way.
Except she lives in the complex with us, so she can just freaking see them after school.
If you’re in such a rush to leave the school, why keep coming back?
Anyway, anyway. I talked with my best friend since kindergarten, Angelina, last night about D and what to do with her.
Angie basically said: ignore her. She’s a nineteen-year-old trying to pick a fight with a sixteen-year-old. That’s sad and pathetic and she should be more worried about her education than me.
I’ve got mad love for Angie.
So I did. I ignored her pretty much the entire time.
And I’m damn glad I did. Girl’s a straight bitch, if you’ll excuse my language.
And I realized that I don’t need to be friends with all my friends’ friends ( Confusing sentence. ) to be happy and chill with them.
I honestly feel a lot better realizing that now. 