The Mike Haddad Show: This is relevant to my interests.

What good is an entry if it's lacking in the sarcastic humor that makes things so interesting. Unfortunately, I'm seriously lacking in the sarcastic humor department. I'm even seriously lacking in the 'telling people off to their faces' department. The closest I've gotten to that recently is a discussion I had with Barone after he had a fight with Jess. I was originally not going to use names, but figured that it would just be a silly charade to keep up since most people would figure it out anyways, and they both seem to be big enough to be able to handle it (and I hope I'm not mistaken or there's going to be an angry Hungarian girl banging on my door within hours of this going up).

While it originally started as a conversation about the new girl in his life, it quickly turned into a conversation about whether or not he was a bad friend. I passed on making a final verdict on whether or not he was a bad friend, but I did rather bluntly tell him that he's socially inept. I think we've just hit a rough spot in a lot of our friendships. No one has patience for each other anymore. Originally, the fact that we were all from Oakville and all went to high school with each other at some point in time kept us together. Now it seems that it was the only thing that kept us together. Whether anyone wants to admit it or not, I've seen a number of people just getting fed up with each other.

It's not even that it's necessarily a bad thing. With time people are bound to change; it's a fact of life. Clinging to the past and attempting to force people into your ideal friendships are just going to make people push farther away. It's human nature to end up angry with someone if they're being clingy. I know that I get ridiculously fed up when people start clinging to me; mentally and regular type. I can't deal with doing the same fucking things over and over again, and that's all we do in Oakville: drive from Tim Horton's to Tim Horton's. Maybe we should all stop being boring. As for the regular type, hanging off of me is reserved for a very limited number of people (read: people I'm dating). If I don't latch on to you first, keep your friggin hands off. I like my space. Sometimes people need space, and that space can work wonders. I'm not just lacking on sarcasm, I'm lacking anger too.

As upset as I am about it, I hardly ever talk to Nick or Rob anymore. Both of those idiot faces were supposed to give me Julian and Dave's email addresses for my own personal use. I haven't been able to hold a conversation with them that was long enough to get just the two email addresses. I think that's a great illustration of how we've fallen apart. Yet when Rob had his birthday get together, we sunk right back into the old groove and reminisced about all the crazy shit we used to pull at Loyola. There was a reason that both of Dave's cars were flagged with the Halton police, and it was a very good one. Toy guns, stolen campaign signs, fake kidnappings, staged muggings; I'm surprised we didn't accidentally kill someone. Although, come to think of it, Rob's ass did suffer serious damage at the hands of Dave's side mirror. But then, I think anyone who gets a side mirror broken off on their ass would suffer some serious damage. There's a moral to this story kids: if you're going to moon someone, be sure that he'll put the car in drive and not reverse.