glueberries

my life sucks massively.

They should rename Murphy's Law in my honor, because I have the most horrible luck known to man.

SO LETS SEE HERE kids...
Wednesday: really upset about a certain someone, but played it cool anyway. was really proud of myself since thats usually not my style. thought i did the right thing.
Thursday: go to buy presents for the twins at the mall, MY FUCKING CAR IS STOLEN. NO i did NOT forget where i parked it, ASSHOLE. its gone! anyway, i was on a mission to have a damn good time anyway...so we went to crush and a good time was had by ALL. someone was obviously on his own mission to be the center of attention, and did so by doing some weird lord of the dance shit with the potato sack girl. some impression he made, let me tell ya.
so we go back to the house at 3 ish and I spent some time talking to hector about my little dilemma, and what I should do. when i finally decide to go to bed, I walk into the room and despite the fact that there are 2 beds in the god damned room, I see my best friend sleeping on the floor with him. and not for lack of places to sleep either. in the morning when i wake up, theyve got their god damned arms around each other spooning and whatnot. what a slap in the face.
Friday: even though we all had massive hangovers, this was a fun day. spent all day swimming and eating pizza. picked up twins' friend from miami airport, and everyone was so excited they wanted to go out again. so we went to lush/deck/who knows. this was an even better night. kept reminding myself to call him when i was drunk and demand an honest answer, but i was drunk so naturally i forgot. shut the place down at 3:30, then went to some party at i guess the dj's house. wow we're so scene.
watched lauren puke, drove home and let her pass out in the car in the driveway. went to bed 5:30 am.
Saturday: woke up at 9. was so shitty that i actually said fuck it to being early for cure tickets. slept all day. paperwork didn't go through from my class, turns out my liscense is still suspended. went to the twins' at 10, he has apprently given up entirely on being polite and was a complete ass to me, most likely because their friend from canada is there and he has someone new to focus his attention on. i called it last week anyway. she'll only be here for 10 days, perfect. the length of his ideal relationship.

tonight was a particularly bad night for being alone with my thoughts. its one of those things...everytime i think about it, my stomach drops. it just kills me to think that he doesnt even give it a second though, and i just wish he was considerate enough to at least talk to me honestly and ...no fuck that...to at least talk to me at all.