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Come away with me and I'll never stop loving you...
So this weekend...hmm...good times.
Friday was nothing special. Saturday, Martin and Brittany came up to see me and the other Britney. Good times. Got to eat real food at Applebees (managed to avoid the dining commons the whole weekend), saw "The Buttefly Effect," and went out a-partyin'. Met some cool people, did a little bit of dancing, had some fun. We managed to cram five girls into one small bathroom, two of who I didn't know, so it was like "Ok, I don't know you, but I'm going to pee in front of you anyway." Oh well, it was funny. Pouring out of the bathroom like people in a clown car, I think we scared some guy. Met a nice guy named Dan who looks like Jen McFarland's brother, and he asked for my number, which was nice. It was good to go out and not worry about anything, and just have fun.
Last week was seriously the week of random guys. Monday, random gumpy guy asks Lisa about me while we are working out at the SAC. Thursday, random hot guy from His House asks Steve about me (which was really exciting, b/c he's hot, aaaand yay). Saturday, random, most likely drunk guy asks me for my number. I never get guys asking people about me or asking me for my number and such, so it was a nice surprise.
Tomorrow is my long day, so I should head to bed. Nite all, love you.
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|Re: oh jeez |
guys are dumb. and i know what you mean about having open wounds in your heart...or at least unresolved issues anyway. i've had a few dreams in the past month or so about a certain ex of mine, and in all of them, all that happened was that things were finally okay with us. i told him how i felt about everything that had happened, and we just talked and were friends again. sadly, that's a piece of closure that i don't think i'm ever going to get. i always (in the dream) think it's real, and i'm happy, then i wake up, and this familiar ache of sadness is in my heart again. i think we all have things that we wish would just end, because no matter how long it's been, it still hurts. hang in there baby girl, i know somehow things will work themselves out. and by the way, mom, he's a loser. ;) love you and miss you a lot. |
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