He was upset with me, but we talked everything out. It’s getting better. He hit me in the face with a fucking plastic ball, and I almost died. He’s such an asshole, but he’s just so damn cute. And apparently I was laughing/talking to him in my sleep last night. I guess my good dream carried over into reality.
Have you ever dreamt of the future? Not the “future” exactly, but your future? I saw myself ten years from now, with a successful career, a husband, an amazing house, and children. It was like “a day in the life” of my future, if that makes sense.
I’ve known you since high school, and when she was in the picture, I really wanted to date you. Now that she’s gone, and you’re wanting to take me on dates, pay for my dinner, and actually invest in getting to know me, I don’t want it. I know “it’s not you, it’s me” is so cliche, but it’s so true, especially in this case. I really like you; you’re interesting, funny, easy to talk to, and attractive. But I don’t like you. I’m in love with someone else, and I will be for a very long time. I don’t have the time to invest in another relationship, and it’s unfair to you. We’ve been talking for two weeks now, and you’re making a huge effort; I just can’t do the same, and I’ve led you on. For that, for all of this, I am sorry.
Went to Kennesaw, had Mexican at Los Reyes with Kait and Casey, then headed to Courtney’s. There were a lot of people partying there, so I stayed for a while. Kara came up to hang out, and Noah, Ben, and Brian showed. I had a great time there, and even got to see Rachel literally break a dining room chair and fall on her ass. I get so much satisfaction out of other people’s misery.
Went back to Noah’s (Dane didn’t like that; it’s not fair) then played Super Smash Bros. until I got tired. Slept over. Got up. Got dressed. Came back home.
Also, I post whatever I like to post on here; it’s a blog for me, and I have no interest in what others think of it. For someone to see something I post here and go blab about it to my sister is ridiculous. It’s pathetic, immature, and stupid. Retain the lesson, and next time you open your mouth, say something worthy of being said.
Now that that’s out of the way, I’m going to start on some homework, go to the gym/tanning bed, and get ready for classes tomorrow. :)
Go to breakfast.
Dye my hair… maybe.
Go to the gym.
Study for statistics.
Study Latin vocabulary.
Read psychology text.
Fill in psychology PowerPoint.
Watch Greek, gossip girl, and vampire diaries.
Wash my car.
Go to line creek.
Spend time with Dane.
Play the Sims.