Seriously. Gahhhhhhhh. I went biking with W and J this morning, and it was AMAZING. For those of you who don't read my journal obsessively :P, W is the girl I'm madly in love with, aka my best friend, and J is the guy she is madly in love with. Life's a bitch. SO anyway. When I say morning, I mean 5 am morning. We met up in front of my house, went out on the lakefront, and sat and watched the sunrise and talked about liiiiife. Then we went to dunkin donuts and ate ice cream for breakfast. Then we went back to my house and ate real breakfast. After some aimless wandering around the neighborhood, we went back to my house again, and, somehow, J ended up calling his girlfriend and breaking up with her (tacky, yes, but she was nasty as heck to him). About half an hour later, the three of us are sitting on the couch, with J in the middle, watching Pirates of the Caribbean. I've got my head on his shoulder, she's kinda curled up on his chest. (We're friends, we're close, we're weird like that, whatever). I sorta spaced out and shut my eyes, not watching the movie, not really moving, but still very much awake. And they... well, got kinda hot and heavy, thinking I was asleep. I told her afterwards I hadn't been, and she apologized, but I'm still a little upset. She knows I like her, she knows I'm going through heartbreak issues, he knows I LOVE her, and he still does that? Not. Cool. But the biking part was still fun.