Weekend Plans

So I'm going to a party on Saterday. James' birthday party. Yeah, I know, but it might be fun. It's a big thing, lot's of people of all ages since his stepmom and brother also have birthdays around then. Mom really wants to go.

There'll be a lot of people there. Which doesn't always work so well for me, but... If I stay completely sober, maybe nothing'll happen. I mean, I am capable of keeping my mouth shut. Sometimes.

It's weird, hearing some of the people who were going to be there, my reaction wasn't what I thought it would be. Instead of the reaction I had been counting on, instead I was freaked out by something else. I don't really care about meeting Jesse's girlfriend, maybe I'll even like her. No, it was something else that freaked me out.

I have to deal with my issues and I think the best way to do that is by not thinking about them. When I think about things I tend to blow them out of proportion. So if I don't let think about it, then it'll all be okay. Right?

It's kind of cool that I actually have plans, it'll get Mom off my back. She nags me for not getting out more--like to a party last week. She thinks I should socialiize more often, even if that's totally not my think. You know mothers.

It's not that I don't like to get out. I do, with my group of friends. I'm not one for mixing with new groups. I love hanging with the guys or with Meg or Taela. That's great, but new people? I don't mind it, but I'd rather have my old familiar group. You know? Comfort zones and all that.