Being useful

So I've sort of determined that most of the people in my life only want me around when I'm useful.
My previous best friend of hella days, almost can't stand me anymore. I've recently taken to the idea that we are not friends, which makes things easier because I'm not expecting her to be my friend so when she does something non-friend like I'm not disappointed. It works well most of the time. And when she does something friend like, I'm pleasantly surprised. So most of the time she is really short with me and all but when there is something that she needs me to do for her she gets all nice to me, and all of a sudden wants me to hang out, which she lies to her bf about by the way. He and I don't get along for various reasons, I'm just fine being in the same room with him though, he's getting better, for a while he wouldn't even come in the same building. I work with her by the way.
And my English teacher hates me, on Tuesday it got real bad she was all threatening to drop me from the class if I didn't and shit. Thursday there was no problem, and mysteriously she needed my help with the projector and shit. Hmm this is getting to be way to coincidental.

Whatever, I'm gunna leave anyway, get my ass out of this place. I love the song I'm listening to right now -- Breaking Benjamin - Rain --

Thanks to the peeps last night for coming out to OC Thursday, I really appreciate that, we had 15 people last night. Bob's still getting all pissy about it, I think he thinks we drive away customers. NOT TRUE, we were just 15 people that would not have been there otherwise.
Got to go to work doing books again today.