Not Worth My Time

Yesterday I spent my day with Mya… I missed that girl. Just went window shopping in Fairfield mall for our soon-to-be LA roadtrip, had Baldos, and went to her Taebo class. Man, that Taebo class really kicked my ass. At the beginning of the summer I used to workout and do 2 hours of cardio daily, but ever since I got strep throat (that I was stupid to let get even worse for 3 weeks without taking antibiotics) my daily workouts slowly stopped. So Taebo was a bit difficult for me the first 30 minutes, but the last 30 minutes became a lot easier. I just need to stay hydrated since I have been having really bad dehydration in the past. I felt myself almost blacking out a couple times in the beginning, but I just kept drinking water and I was okay. After Taebo we went back to her house and it was nice just kicking it with her. I enjoy that although we may have busy schedules, we could always find time to hang out. It made me realize that flaky people just are not worth my time. There are some people that you may consider your friend, but when it comes down to it… you only kick it with them because you go to school with them. Or maybe because you live with them. But when school is over, and everyone goes back home… the people who actually keep in contact with you, the people who actually drive out to see you (and vice-versa), and the people who actually try and succeed in making plans…. those are the people who I think are worth my time. I think it’s hella fake when people are ALWAYS saying stuff like “aw i hella miss you! lets hang out!”, but never actually mean it because plans never fall through. If you don’t mean, don’t say it. This just seriously made me realize just who is worth my time and who isn’t. They’re still my friends, but it was just a little awakening. It made me realize who has been there in the long run… I mean, some of my friends from high school (even though I may barely talk to them as much as I used to), they still make the effort to come out on my birthdays and get-togethers even though they may live in Southern California. It’s just sad that people who live closer always have their excuses, when I am always willing to make the drive out to to see them. Oh well. They’re just not worth my time.