“I’ve fscked twenty other girls, but I think you’re the one.”
Feb 15th, 2007 by Ali
Tomorrow, I am going to see Guster (!!!) with Billy, so I’m doing my Friday blog udpate on Thursday. Woot!
This week has gone quickly, and I am spent. I haven’t gotten a decent night’s sleep in so long. I wake up early to clean, do homework, and clean some more. It’s been very good, with slight downs… but on the most part, my heart stops but then it starts again, and I am alive.
Monday: not much. Cleaning. Don’t remember. I think I saw Parisa that day. Amazing. Ate two apples.
Tuesday: not much. Cleaning. Homework. Baked. Ate one apple.
Wednesday: so much. Valentine’s Day was amazing. I felt good about being nice. I talked to classmates. I told a girl her hair looked nice. Billy was the perfect fiance, and I… I made him a Muffeleta (sp?), which is a octopus/dementor that is supposed to make you happy when you’re mad while driving. Watched Billy enjoy his V-Day present of a Diet Coke + Mentos, equally an awesome fountain. Went to dinner with Amanda, Marie, and Crystal. Ate everything made out of chocolate. Ate one apple.
Thursday: messed up bedroom. Sleepy day at work and in school. I ate a potato and corn for lunch, and had four Newman’s Own fig bars. I happen to like fig bars. Newman’s Own is ok. I just have a thing for Paul Newman. I also have a thing for Billy. I want my fiance. “The Office” was heartbreaking, and I cried… over Pam… and her art. That’s different. Valentine’s Day sweets continue their attack. Ate one apple. Happy birthday, Ky Ky.
Friday: I predict coldness. And awesomeness. And that better breathe of air, I’m waiting for it.
Weekend: Legendary.
And: YOU. I can’t tell you what to do. No one can. But neither can you. I wish you would stop, wake up, see it all clearly. Because we’re not holding the answer, and sooner or later, we’re not going to care. You… you should be sick of yourself.