Goals for today:
1. Stabbing that guy with a knife....
a knife of reason!!!!!
(hes a jerk! he fails. Caitlin, you can do a great deal better....)
2. Who wants to help me kill him?
3. You know whats terrible? Attractive skinheads. (::unnamed female:: was just telling me about her accidental flirting with some neonazi) Its like damnit! You're so hot! But you're a nazi!!!! AUGH!!!! Not that thats ever happened to me before.... ::cough Tony cough::
But, it doesn't happen anymore(HOORAY!!),
because,
I'm dating the most awesome guy ever!!!
You know I have to be super in love with him when the last time Joel tried to talk to me in the hallway, I was just like, uhhh, okay, whatever, I'm going to go...
(I remember a time when I would have blurted out something stupid, possibly just noises, then ran away, squealing with happiness, to make Jessica theother listen to every single detail of it, and overanaylyze it with me...)
It's crazy.
He makes me so happy and I totally don't deserve him,
hopefully he won't figure that out though,
because I don't know what I'd do without him.
I love him sooooooooooooooooooo much!!!!
Everything about him is perfect!!!
Last night at Piedmont park was the best ever,
(I love how we always make plans,
then don't follow them,
but everything ends up being perfect anyway)
I fail though,
I get a giant
F
on the term paper of life!!!
Because,
I overreact to things and I don't even realize what awesome friends I have,
I get so caught up in being paranoid and it completely screws me over.
I think I fully understand that dream now,
(I sort of did before, but not fully...)
Bascically, I trip, over a rock or something,
and fall on my arm,
when I sit up the skin on my arm has been ripped apart in three places,
leaving giant red holes in my skin,
Stone comes over so I tell him to stitch me up,
and I hand him a needle and some thread,
then he willingly stitches my arm up.
Its that I keep fucking myself up and then expect my friends to come sew me back together, and because they're wonderful, and the best ever, they do it.
Or maybe I'm just going insane because of all that basket weaving in art,
but I like the idea of the former better...
Matt is sooooooooooooooooooooooo great!!!!!!!
I mean, whoa,
he made me the coolest thing ever!!!!
I love him so much and I'm going to make everyone marvel at its awesomeness on monday!!!
hahaha! its jessica on the top and Matthew on the bottom,
very nice!!
;)
Isn't that excellent????
And its really fun to turn upside down,
over and over again,
heh,
yeah,
I'm cool.
I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Note:
For
those
who
skim,
MATT
made the awesome thing,
not me,
( come on!!! i can barely even write my name, use some reason!!)
nice job reading,
illiterate mcilliteratetons!!!!
p.s.
I'm talking about you Caitlin!
a knife of reason!!!!!
(hes a jerk! he fails. Caitlin, you can do a great deal better....)
2. Who wants to help me kill him?
3. You know whats terrible? Attractive skinheads. (::unnamed female:: was just telling me about her accidental flirting with some neonazi) Its like damnit! You're so hot! But you're a nazi!!!! AUGH!!!! Not that thats ever happened to me before.... ::cough Tony cough::
But, it doesn't happen anymore(HOORAY!!),
because,
I'm dating the most awesome guy ever!!!
You know I have to be super in love with him when the last time Joel tried to talk to me in the hallway, I was just like, uhhh, okay, whatever, I'm going to go...
(I remember a time when I would have blurted out something stupid, possibly just noises, then ran away, squealing with happiness, to make Jessica theother listen to every single detail of it, and overanaylyze it with me...)
It's crazy.
He makes me so happy and I totally don't deserve him,
hopefully he won't figure that out though,
because I don't know what I'd do without him.
I love him sooooooooooooooooooo much!!!!
Everything about him is perfect!!!
Last night at Piedmont park was the best ever,
(I love how we always make plans,
then don't follow them,
but everything ends up being perfect anyway)
I fail though,
I get a giant
F
on the term paper of life!!!
Because,
I overreact to things and I don't even realize what awesome friends I have,
I get so caught up in being paranoid and it completely screws me over.
I think I fully understand that dream now,
(I sort of did before, but not fully...)
Bascically, I trip, over a rock or something,
and fall on my arm,
when I sit up the skin on my arm has been ripped apart in three places,
leaving giant red holes in my skin,
Stone comes over so I tell him to stitch me up,
and I hand him a needle and some thread,
then he willingly stitches my arm up.
Its that I keep fucking myself up and then expect my friends to come sew me back together, and because they're wonderful, and the best ever, they do it.
Or maybe I'm just going insane because of all that basket weaving in art,
but I like the idea of the former better...
Matt is sooooooooooooooooooooooo great!!!!!!!
I mean, whoa,
he made me the coolest thing ever!!!!
I love him so much and I'm going to make everyone marvel at its awesomeness on monday!!!
hahaha! its jessica on the top and Matthew on the bottom,
very nice!!
;)
Isn't that excellent????
And its really fun to turn upside down,
over and over again,
heh,
yeah,
I'm cool.
I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Note:
For
those
who
skim,
MATT
made the awesome thing,
not me,
( come on!!! i can barely even write my name, use some reason!!)
nice job reading,
illiterate mcilliteratetons!!!!
p.s.
I'm talking about you Caitlin!