I keep wondering to myself why people incessantly believe that they can keep things from me. Take for instance, Lauren. Today, Lauren, Katie and I were all skipping along to third period and Lauren asked Katie, "Was....(glances over at me)..you know who there at Eric's when you went?" and Katie nodded. I then proceeded to ask Lauren who " you know who " was, but she was disinclined to acquiesce my request. So as soon as Lauren went to English I begged Katie to inform me who this person was. She said she'd give me a hint. " Red." I immediately thought to myself - who on Earth could this 'Red' person be..and of course the answer is RayRay. I was shocked to learn that bit of information, especially after Lauren has told me how much unattractive he was, only the previous class period. Katie felt bad for telling me, which I kindly disregared and I know Lauren was only trying not to hurt my feelings..however that may hurt them, we may never know, but I do appreciate her kindness...but c'mon..you can fucking tell me if you like the guy I like. But, being the sadistic one I am...I decided to mention and remention my little goings on between RayRay and I at different events. Including our little run in at Homecomming. I should feel bad for doing it..but honestly..I don't, and I won't.
During English today, I was very pleased to know that the Sex God has wonderful tongue control and action. This is begining to shadow Belle De Jour..but hey, the boy looks GOOD. I was browsing thru many people's formal pictures today..and I was kind of sad I didn't go. I didn't want to go without a date..but I still think it would have been fun to have gone. All the people look like they are having a blast. I'm going to Prom this year, some way - some how. But I'm going to start a new regimine of exercising and trying to get fit..well as fit as I can before Prom comes rearing it's ugly head. I really want to go next year with The Sex God..it's a dream..but I'd love to go with him.
Got an email from this band called Hit The Lights. PLEASE check them out, they are very, very good. Oh, and Ray - the one who Amanda gets with - wants me to review his band. I can already tell, if Ray is the singer..the band is gonna suck. But I'll give them a chance.. *nods head in a no way in hell sort of way*
I joined and quit Swing Club today. I just got so fucking depressed that I couldn't dance with anybody because they couldn't pick me up, I said screw it. I'm so sick and tired of being this heavy. Even though everyone says I'm not..I can't help but feel it. Maybe this is sad..well it is - and quite desperados as well, but sometimes I wish I could be anorexic or bulimic..then I could at least have the willpower not to eat. But I don't even have that. Well, I'm gonna go outside and take a few puffs and then get to my Chem homework. I promise to blog more..what with me having a t/a period and all now. Now where is that lighter....?
Oh, and I gave back everyone's DVDs..so P.J and Chris..you can kindly stop your bitching now ;D I keed, I keed.
Listening : Lostprophets - Last Train Home