Interviewing a Stranger

I'm done with English class. Todays been horrible and yet I am eager for the night to begin, to find out the mysteries that have been circling my subconcious, so large that they spill at the brim and hold a constant flow into my conciousness. The love of my life- a "Life of the Party" "Player of all Players" type of guy, who's twin brother is off in California with his mother smoking tweak at unmentionable rates, is waiting for me at our neighbors house. Located right next to the community college that I attend, we live together in a two bedroom apartment (this was for show as I broke up with my boyfriend of two years- and his best friend- to move in with him.) and below us lives his new best friend, who is actually an old drug buddy from four years ago when him and I first met. Is this too much information for you? To get to the point, I have already kept him waiting 30 minutes, but there is something about my mood that is making it damn near impossible to tear my hands away from the keyboard. Perhaps it is because of the fact that I have a 100% sure suspicion that Anthony has been leading chicks on so that they will buy him and his friends coke- it never fails, at least it hasnt in the past. I dont even care that he is doing coke but he insists with a hidden smirk that pops out when him and Alex make eye contact that he has been staying up all night with a random chick without doing any drugs, then coming home at six in the morning and crawling in bed with me. I dont care if he is fooling around with her- Hes already told me hes in love with me last month after he punched a hole in Alex's wall because I was getting way too friendly with an old friend while he was making out with a sexy little punk girl who's got a crush on both of us. The thing is, he is doing it too lead her on- if im wrong then these words wouldnt be on this paragraph. He thinks that I think of him like I think of any other guy- a hidden insecurity of such a cocky asshole (I always liked men that way- its harder to earn their respect).
Well I was going to get into it but I have already kept him and alex waiting- I do feel more clear headed now and just remembered that my sexy as hell best friend thats a girl just broke up with her clingy psychotic whiny boyfriend. FINALLY. So now that I have stimulated my brain, (haha) I can send it a message so that I wont forget it- Dont have sex with Anthony tonight. Do make a move on Tia for shits and giggles. Dont bring up the coke thing because they're never gonna admit it- they are way better liars than that. Dont eat too much, dont smoke more than 2 ciggarettes, go to bed at 2 at the latest, (or 12 since its always 2 hours past what u say) and remember tomorro you have to get new tires (The spare not sposed to last this long) and finish laundry. Saturday you interview ducheface and the cool muslim guy. Watch yourself- Alex and Anthony are acting suspiciously confident. Good night to my readers, who during the time of my writing, do not exist.