We'll always be best friends?

I know I just started this journal yesterday and already I've written about three completely unrelated topics: Taiwan, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, baking, and now... friendships. I'm listening to Hooverphonic's "Out of Sight" and that's what gave me the idea. When I think of friendship, I'm usually half comforted and half confused.

When I was in elementary school, I didn't care how many friends I had. I didn't even really have any good friends, I just hung out with kids who liked to play handball and tetherball during recess. I guess there were times I was forced to make small talk with them before and after school, but we never hung out otherwise. Elementary school was weird.

Then there was junior high. I like to refer to myself during that time period as an awkward, loud and annoying motherfucker. From 8th to 9th grade, I started my very first band with my friends. Dubbed For Shame, our band never amounted to anything except inside jokes and scans of doodles drawn on Post-its. The website was more of a place for me to share crappy lyrics than music, seeing as how I didn't really write music because I didn't really know how to play guitar when I started the band. But the lyrics, oh man, I wrote a LOT of lyrics. Strangely enough, they were all about suicide, blood and death. I was a happy kid, why did I do that? Mystery of life. I kept starting bands throughout my Oxford career, and I kept failing at them. The only benefit from it all was making friends through music. Mostly they were guys who kept wanting to play covers of blink-182 and All American Rejects, but I relented since they needed a singer. I really butchered those already butchered songs.

My point is... actually, what the hell is my point? I thought I was talking about friends. Then I started talking about music. God, I just wanted to write something. This is frustrating. Sometimes I get depressed in the middle of writing and forget what I wanted to say. Well, this sucks.