I suck. I really suck. I'm sitting here, listening to two songs. And I've come to the realization, I suck. I just really suck. I went out for dinner with my mom and I said that our waiter could have a seat and eat with us because I thought he was cute. So my Mom TOLD HIM. I swear I had to have turned 9 shades of red in like 2 seconds. I know this really doesn't "matter" but I felt like writing about it, so screw it. It's my blog, I'll write about what I want to write about, you are the one with the choice, to read or not to read. So please don't get ticked off at me for writing what I want to write, nobody is forcing you to read it.
ANYWAYS. . . His name was John, he's 19, and he doesn't have a girlfriend. Go figure. When I don't want someone, there is someone there. I told him, there is already someone on the top of my list right now, but I'd love to be friends. So we exchanged numbers, and he continued to work. I don't really want to get a phone call from him, because I know what guys like him do to girls like me. Which is, they change your point of view, You may want to be alone when you meet him, but after a few phone calls, you don't want to go another day without him. Then, he breaks your heart.
Story of my life. Anyways. . . . this is the stuff that doesn't matter. so I'm going to stop with it, and just write something "important" tomorrow.
Ashlee