Everyone wanted to fucken hit me up Saturday night/Sunday morning. EVERYONE was callin me and textin me non-stop till like 2:00am. Have you people nothing better to do? It was hella random who was hittin me. Yesterday was herra fun. Went to the mall with Bffl, ate and caught up (as if I wasn't talking to her the day before...), walked around and waited for fucken Jamare to get up... We thought of our master plan, hopped on BART, went to pick up money from his Auntie, then went to Ashby flea martket which was fun! Too bad it was closing when we got there. Then we went to Telegraph and got Fat Slice. Typically I hate pizza but it was quite good. And the slices were HUGE for cheap. I wanted Ryno's but I didn't wanna walk and carry it around. There's a Beard Papas opening over there! If you haven't had their cream puffs... Yum. We met this mentally unstable guy at the bus stop and I've never had an experience touch me more than that. We sat there talking to him for an hour and like, you just had to be there. Jamare was talking to him and it was hella inspiration for all of us. I was gonna cry when the dude (Lionel) was lookin like he was gonna cry. You just had to be there. We finally caught our bus. Go home. Fought with Nick. Told me he wanted to blow me up with fireworks.... I GUESS. HAHA. I was laughing. Like, you wanna blow me up? LOL. Whatever. I understood you the first time you went off on me, there was no need to call me a second time 3 minutes later to like, reassure me. I knew, LOL. Whatever. Had Quickly with the Bffl this morning and hung around till 2:00pm. Went to Papa's house and hung around with the fam for a bit then now I'm home. I may or may not have plans later.. Not sure. I need to nap. I CANNOT believe Ronnie cut off his hair..