no more school (kinda)
well, everybody at one time now say, "beau is an idiot." depending on who's reading this there may be alot of different people saying yes you are for many different reasons. but, you are all probably right. today possibly went as bad as it could have while still being the last day of school. i started the day of by making the person i love think that i didnt, even though i do. i really just want her to be happy. and i cant help but see that she might be more happy with someone who isnt me. i just think that she should try it with him to see how it is. i will be waiting forever for her to retrn to me. i know that sounds kinda pathetic but it is the truth. i love her so much and i really just wish that she would come back to me but i know that she has so many things stopping her from wanting to do that. most of those reasons are me and my stupidity. she is never off my mind and i really want to show her to happy, with me preferably, but i dont know if that is an option right now. i really wish it were. another dumb thing i got word of today was that i got an incomplete on my research paper. oh but wait, i get to turn it in tomorrow, which is cool of mr. eggie, but do i really want to go back up to the school tomorrow? no. eggie also proceeded to tell G, my mom(at work), and leave a mesaage at my house about my assognment. so that will be interesting. but i have to do it or i "won't pass the class." the only thing is that i cannot put one ounce of concentration into my paper because i cant stop thinking about jer and how much i wish she were in my arms right now. god i miss you. i love you soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooomuch. please call me when you get home.