My Very Cool Grandparents are Here for a Visit from Detroit!
I'm not sure of how many people would say this with such enthusiasm, but...my grandparents are here!! I love when my grandparents come to visit. They're the best. Actually, all my grandparents (my dad's mom, my stepdad's mom, and my mom's parents) are great. But my mom's parents are going to stay here at my house for a few days, for my grad party.

Anyway, my good friend John is acting very strange...I'll get to the problem in a second, but first, here's a little info on John: I met him last summer, when I went to visit OU. As I once heard somebody say about somebody else on TV, he's "half sweet and half acid." In his case, that refers to his self-contradicting personality: he can be a total sweetheart one minute, and a total asshole the next. He can be such a doll, listening to my problems and complimenting me and all of that, and then the next thing I know, he's bragging about the girl(s) he's banging THIS WEEK. He also has a tendency to embellish things; the trouble is, I usually believe him (strangely, though, my mother and boyfriend don't believe half the things he tells me when I repeat it to them). For instance, he once told me he was dating a model. Not anyone important; just a random underwear model (no offense to any underwear models out there; hell, I wish I couldbe one). And of course, I believed him. However, there are two reasons I sort of doubt this: 1) He sent me pictures of her over the Internet, which could mean he may have simply taken them out of a magazine (this seems to be the most popular theory among my friends who live here in Springfield), and 2) How the hell did he meet an underwear model anyway?? She's supposed to be in her twenties or whatever, he's just some high-school kid, for God's sake...and that's another thing; we've known each other for a year, but he will not tell me his age! He likes to jerk me around about it. Like, once he told me he was 14, just to trick me. Asshole. Oops, I think this just turned into an entire entry about him. Oh well, let us continue.

Despite knowing him for a year, I don't think I really know him. However, I think I just might have him figured out: he's a really sweet kid with something of a Caesar complex. Behind all that arrogant assholism, he's just great big teddy bear - and let me tell you, if it weren't for that hidden teddy bear, I don't know if I could be friends with him. But regardless of which of his personalities he displays to me on a given day, he's hilarious on the phone. He could probably say the word "toilet bowl" and have me cracking up for an hour. Behold, the power of laughter: I've found it glues a friendship together.

Behold, the power of grandparents; if you'll notice, I've stopped complaining about last entry's (huge) little problem. :)