Oh, It Is Love♥

Well, you know the last blog I posted (I think it was about drama guy not going to the dance but I could be wrong [I'm talking about the dance one]) well I think drama guy read it (he reads most if not all of my posts) and he IMed me and told me he might go. That made me pretty happy but it's best for me not to get my hopes up in case he doesn't go. I hope he goes because that would make my week =) of course after the test I have this week I'll need something happy... well enough about him (though I'll prabaly get talking about him later on in the post anyway) today I was looking for a shirt to wear to the dance and I realized I didn't have a shirt that was pretty enough or a nice new shirt because the last few shirts I've bought were like 3$ each at arepostal and they were just graphic tanks that are cute but not pretty. so I went into my sister's room because she's at college right now and I began to try on shirts . one of them was a bit tight on me which is funny because my sister is a teeny bit bigger than me (okay a lot bigger up top) so I hope I get that shirt soon. Maybe if I find a pretty shirt (she doesn't have many shirts) by friday, i'll wear it. Oh, speaking about shirts, I wore a white tank top today with a red tank over it but the catch is I wore a bra thhat was a little small for me so it made my boobs look so much bigger than they are =) wow I just completely lost focused and started daydreaming about drama guy and one of his friends and us all playing seven minutes in heavan... haha yea I'm pretty cool. You know what I hate? Everytime I see people kissing on TV or a movie or someone talks about kissing, my mind automattically wanders to drama guy and I just wish it would be us on the tv... ew there I go talking about drama guy (I almost typed his name, not like it would matter) again well I guess I really like him, spending all this time typing about him... this is how it was last time before I went out with him... sometimes I just wish he would have stopped me from breaking up with him that night, I don't know how he would have, but I just wish he would have said something and made me realize that I really didn't want to break up with him. Even though he wasn't the best kisser, sometimes I just long to feel his lips on mine or to feel his hand in my hand... because that's the only perfection I've known.

Oh, the power of friendship, what wonders it works.