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For once in my life, I'd like to be the girl that gets the guy. sdlafkjweiojlfsdk. I was going to make a long heartfelt, meaningful post about love and all that shit, but I can't because I'll just dig myself deeper into that hole of depression and self-pity. Plus, Futurama is on and it's too distracting, which is good. I need to distract myself from thinking about this boy who happens to be the mother of all distractions. I hate it. I don't regret what I did, but I regret thinking that it might mean something; who knows, maybe it does. Maybe these things just need time. And MAYBE it'll snow tonight. Ugh. Snow. Damn boys. Everything reminds me of them. For instance, snow: The night before St. Patrick's Day I remember talking to this girl on the phone and she was like "Yeah, I was talking to (insert name of boy I like) earlier and he was like 'Oh my gosh! It's going to snow tonight and then tomorrow is going to be a snow day and then I'm going to hang out with Stephanie and it's going to be great!'" How absolutely adorable. I mean, stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I don't like him. I don't like anyone. I don't like liking boys. I don't like getting let down. I'm talking to Noah right now. I can't decide if I want to ask for his advice on this situation. Most of the time, when I ask someone's advice on something and "spill my heart out" to them I usually end up regreting it later because honestly, people suck at giving advice and I hate them for it. I mean, I confide in people in hopes that they'll give me some enlightening words, or some optimistic piece of advice. Instead, they're more like "Oh, that's too bad." and I'm like ... no kidding. Let's not state the obvious now. Haha. I just realized that what I initially said wasn't going to be deep, heartfelt, and meaningful turned out to be just that. Surprising. I'd also be surprised if anyone actually reads this. I doubt it, but I suppose that doesn't really matter at all. What matters is that I'm getting this off my chest whether anyone reads it or not. I feel much better now. Thanks livejournal for letting me spill my heart out to you. And in the mean time, we'll just hope everything works out like I know it will because I guess in the end everything works out okay. Fin.