the oc is on tonight. and im pretty much amped.
so the oc is on tonight. anddddddd im excited. i have chior, then im going to julie bernatzky's for a pasta party. and we're watching the oc there. i have a big game tomo. im starting. yeay. ali's sweet sixteen is tomorrow. i have a little black dress with pink in it. its cute. but kinda short =/. whatev. CHELSEA if you read this... i need your sandal/flip flop things tomorrow if i can borrow them. thanks. uhm. what else. saturday there is a very small chance that im going to hang out with steph. after a recent "mishap" with certain information, im not exactly sure i want to go. in other words. i did something really really really (really times about infinity plus 304335165432035456) stupid. anddd. now everything is really seriously messed up. because thats what i do. i just take things too far, and screw everything up. thats just what i do. ive done it a million times before and i'll mostlikely do it a million times more. so. yeah. now that i got that out. i think im done. anddddddd. thats it. because i have to go to CHiOR! and chill with the girls. on the offchance the "person i've wronged" is reading this. im sorry. a million times. im sorry. what was said should have never been said. it wasnt meant for you to know. im sorry. this is bri's away message. and i like it its cute. so i copied it here. yeah thanks bye.
"and as i sit here with a tear running down my cheek, i think of the old times; the good times, the times when i could count on a phone call every night, when hearing his voice made everything perfect, when he would call just to tell me he loved me, when i could apply love songs to my life, when i was happier than ever before in my life, when i had him. but now i know i've lost him. too bad he still has every piece of me, and i don't plan on getting any of them back any time soon because i still think about him constantly. and keep waiting for the minute he is going to call and say " ok.. i want you back, i need you ""
"and as i sit here with a tear running down my cheek, i think of the old times; the good times, the times when i could count on a phone call every night, when hearing his voice made everything perfect, when he would call just to tell me he loved me, when i could apply love songs to my life, when i was happier than ever before in my life, when i had him. but now i know i've lost him. too bad he still has every piece of me, and i don't plan on getting any of them back any time soon because i still think about him constantly. and keep waiting for the minute he is going to call and say " ok.. i want you back, i need you ""