Whoops...
Hahaha. I thought that everyone else had abandoned LJ for Myspace, but apparently not... Man, do I ever feel like a jerk.
Oh well. I seriously feel bad for not keeping up with this. I remember this summer I was like "Go me! I've written every day!"
And then Ashley got her Myspace, and it all started to suck. Oh, well. I really do like writing here, because too many people are on Myspace, so I can't really do a blog or a bulletin there without the entire world reading it. And I don't like that. Because sometimes I have things to say that maybe I don't want EVERYBODY knowing.
But here, it's all good.
Anyway.
Valentine's Day tomorrow.
The day that every single person dreads all year long...
Seriously, is there something wrong with me? Did somebody slip anti-boy chemicals into my drink when I wasn't looking? Because I haven't really had a boyfriend since Matt, and that ended in April. I feel like a freak...
Like, maybe I don't have a boyfriend because I'm not good enough.
I'm not pretty enough or cool enough or funny enough...
There's just something about me that repels them.
And it's really depressing.
And I know that someday I'm gonna find the guy that puts me on the pedestal and treats me the way I deserve to be treated and blah, blah, blah...
But why does that mean that I can't have someone while I wait for that? I'm not against going through a few toads before I find Prince Charming... As long as they're really hot toads.
But I'm pretty sad about that. It's gonna be the first Valentine's Day that I've been single during my high school career.
Way to go, Brianna.
And I had to come home from school today because I had a bit of a breakdown in the student store after nutrition... Kyle and Timmy left, and I just sorta looked at my mom and started getting teary-eyed and asked if I could go home. Good thing she understood. We went to lunch and Target, then I did my homework, and she made my favorite dinner. Now here I am. I'm about to go take a bubble bath and go to bed early... Sounds way good.
Now if only I could get a boyfriend....
Maybe the mighty Smiter is just Smiting me.
Hahaha. JK, God.
Anyways.
--Brianna
Oh well. I seriously feel bad for not keeping up with this. I remember this summer I was like "Go me! I've written every day!"
And then Ashley got her Myspace, and it all started to suck. Oh, well. I really do like writing here, because too many people are on Myspace, so I can't really do a blog or a bulletin there without the entire world reading it. And I don't like that. Because sometimes I have things to say that maybe I don't want EVERYBODY knowing.
But here, it's all good.
Anyway.
Valentine's Day tomorrow.
The day that every single person dreads all year long...
Seriously, is there something wrong with me? Did somebody slip anti-boy chemicals into my drink when I wasn't looking? Because I haven't really had a boyfriend since Matt, and that ended in April. I feel like a freak...
Like, maybe I don't have a boyfriend because I'm not good enough.
I'm not pretty enough or cool enough or funny enough...
There's just something about me that repels them.
And it's really depressing.
And I know that someday I'm gonna find the guy that puts me on the pedestal and treats me the way I deserve to be treated and blah, blah, blah...
But why does that mean that I can't have someone while I wait for that? I'm not against going through a few toads before I find Prince Charming... As long as they're really hot toads.
But I'm pretty sad about that. It's gonna be the first Valentine's Day that I've been single during my high school career.
Way to go, Brianna.
And I had to come home from school today because I had a bit of a breakdown in the student store after nutrition... Kyle and Timmy left, and I just sorta looked at my mom and started getting teary-eyed and asked if I could go home. Good thing she understood. We went to lunch and Target, then I did my homework, and she made my favorite dinner. Now here I am. I'm about to go take a bubble bath and go to bed early... Sounds way good.
Now if only I could get a boyfriend....
Maybe the mighty Smiter is just Smiting me.
Hahaha. JK, God.
Anyways.
--Brianna