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so basically... Ive been counting down the days to this night for about 2 months now... mmm From First to Last was seriously going to own my life.I dont play favorites... but they're definitely my favorite.... so... to make a long story short... it rains, theres traffic... and we get there 5 minutes after they went off stage. I was so bummed out. so. bummed. out. not even kidding. but matchbook did amazing of course. and the matches were pretty much lame. beating the shit out of people in the "pit" was pretty cool though. motion city.. eh... but after seeing them Ive decided to take up keyboarding for a living. and to dance around.
in other news... I wish andrew wasnt andrew. and I wish I would stop thinking about him.
honestly... who thinks about someone they've hung out with 3 times... and someone who will never text message them back... someone who only calls when he wants "something". so fucked up. but i deal with it so I shouldnt complain, right?
he's just so... right.. in my eyes. but, being just another girl, just another phone number, just another waste of time, just another nothing is what I do best. so I'll probably text message him a few more times, until he gets bored with some other beautiful girl, and eventually he'll make up some perfect excuse as to why I wasnt worth a text back, and I'll smile and feel all twitterpated like a little girl and think he acctually means it.
what a waste of life I am. I make myself laugh. I think if he ever saw this, he's move to venezuela because he'd be so afraid.
well, besides feeling sorry for myself, Ive been having the time of my life. I've dealt with more drama this year then some people experience in a life time, but Ive learned so much from all of it. and Im having so much fun, even with all the drama.
so I go to adult school full time now. yes. and I found the boy Im destined to fall in love with. he doesnt talk. or smile. or anything that has to do with emotion. He just wears his hood and keeps to himself and parks on the curb. and when he breaks up with his girlfriend, he's going to be mine.
the end.
in other news... I wish andrew wasnt andrew. and I wish I would stop thinking about him.
honestly... who thinks about someone they've hung out with 3 times... and someone who will never text message them back... someone who only calls when he wants "something". so fucked up. but i deal with it so I shouldnt complain, right?
he's just so... right.. in my eyes. but, being just another girl, just another phone number, just another waste of time, just another nothing is what I do best. so I'll probably text message him a few more times, until he gets bored with some other beautiful girl, and eventually he'll make up some perfect excuse as to why I wasnt worth a text back, and I'll smile and feel all twitterpated like a little girl and think he acctually means it.
what a waste of life I am. I make myself laugh. I think if he ever saw this, he's move to venezuela because he'd be so afraid.
well, besides feeling sorry for myself, Ive been having the time of my life. I've dealt with more drama this year then some people experience in a life time, but Ive learned so much from all of it. and Im having so much fun, even with all the drama.
so I go to adult school full time now. yes. and I found the boy Im destined to fall in love with. he doesnt talk. or smile. or anything that has to do with emotion. He just wears his hood and keeps to himself and parks on the curb. and when he breaks up with his girlfriend, he's going to be mine.
the end.