*Insert ginormous grin here*

eoiuafsdjfl.


there's someone i need to talk to.


:D

i ♥ this.

eoi;ausdfjsk!!!!!one!!!111!

eio;aur ;wieuf;slkjf.

that's how i feel right now.

because i'm confused.

and sick of hearing about people's drama.

and giving them advice that they're not going to take.

and getting wierd looks from this one person i would rather have ignore me.

and not getting any looks from the person i want looks from.

and never ever seeing that person.

and wondering if i'm wasting my time again.


i hate pms. -_-

Better.

You're out of my life.
I'm over you.
I've moved on.
My friends have moved on.
My mom and I didn't yell at each other today.
My dad and mom didn't yell today.
I didn't yell at my dad today.
I smiled.
I didn't cry.
Usually depressing songs made me think of someone new.
Someone better.
Someone with a better smile.
Better eyes.
Better hair.
Better sense of humor.
Better than you.



:D

Thank You Notes.

Anyone and everyone who was there last night at homecoming knows what's been going on and how it all was resolved last night. It's surprising how quickly such a drug-out situation can be taken care of. I know I've been hard to deal with and extremely persistant in this endeavor, but it's over now and I have a few people to thank:

Mike: You told me from the start not to get involved with this person, but I defied what you said and went after him anyways. You were right, I was wrong. So, thank you so much for listening to all of the whining and complaining I've been doing. You're always willing to let me vent to you and the like. :)

Sophie: Ohmygoodness. Soophie...I don't even know how to put into words how much I want to thank you. You've been there from the start, through the worst times, and through those times you gave me hope. And, even though that hope is completely gone now, I still thank you. You're like a sister to me.

Liz: Thank you for giving me the breakup book, even though I wasn't broken up with. Subconciously,I knew from the moment I went through that list of "reasons to break up with him", I should have gotten over it. Thank you for letting me whine to you and thank you especially for the green apple Jones soda.

Sarah: I don't even know how to start this one. I never realized how alike we were until that person came along. You have been there the entire time, through thick and thin, through rain and sunshine. You knew exactly how I felt every time I was stepped on by...him. Thank you for being my homecoming date, thank you for putting up with every little thing I complained about. Thank you for showing me the bad and good in people. I couldn't have pulled myself out of that hole without you. Thank you for holding my hand through this entire experience. You were right: I gave it a little time, and I was able to get out of that hole. And last night, I tossed you a shovel and we filled it in.

You guys don't ignore me. You guys don't blow me off. You guys don't talk to me only to ask me where someone is. You guys are there for me. You guys are my true best friends.

Homecoming.

Wow. Interesting evening...

It took two hours for me to do my own hair, another two hours to to Liz's, and I didn't even get to Sarah's. Then Sarah and I were picked up by Mike and Sophie. We went to Mike's for pictures, the to the Mulkey's for more pictures. After the photo-ness subsided, we headed over to Angelina's for a most expensive dinner. Afterwards, we went back to Mason.

Unfortunately, this is where my evening is ruined. Sarah and I decided to join a couple of other friends in their car instead of go with Sophie and Mike. Needless to say, it was a big mistake. Turns out the new thing best friends do is ignore each other, yell at each other, and slam doors in each other's faces. However, Sarah and I weren't fully aware of this. So our evenings were ruined right then and there.

After running away from the evening-ruiner, we got inside where more evning-ruining ensued. Turns out the new thing to do when you have a date to Homecoming is to dance with them for a few minutes, then make the rounds with the sophomores and other people that don't want to dance with you. Sarah, Bianca, and I weren't aware of this either.

So, I ended up whoring myself off to Stephan, who I am proud to call my pimp. This is where my evening turns around. Thanks to Ashley, Rinata, Jena, and Stephan, my Homecoming and dignity were saved. We stayed 'til the very end of the dance and I even got to dance with my pimp. (!) This made my evening, due to the fact that I've found someone else I don't feel stupid dancing with.

It's funny how I've waited for months for you to change, but in one evening my opinion of you has done a complete 180. Do you realize how many friends you've lost because of one evening of stupidity? Even though we're "best-friends", I don't ever want to see you again. Best friends don't blow each other off. Best friends don't yell at each other. Best friends don't ignore each other. Best friends don't talk to each other only when asking where their so-called "date" is.

Now I wanna kill you like only a best friend could.