yick

My weekend has been officially ruined.
And i can't even spend valentines day
with derek. instead i shall be spending
it with either meg timbas, or abbey & sam
metivier. Horrray! not.

I have had this extreme empty feeeling
lately, and i'm not exactly sure why.
It doesn't make any sense at alll. like
at all, at alll. i almost cried last night.
and i never cry, hard to accept.
& the strangest part is like i have just
about everything i want. I have the great
boyfriend, the best friends, and the overall
good life. What's missing.
Actually.. i have figured out what was missing..
gage.

GYM IS TORUROUS! although dodgeball with
Shannon is fucking hilarious.
"WHITNEY WE'RE MOVING IN.. DUCK!
OUCH SHIT! IS MY FACE RED?!"
Oh god no shannon, you're face is only
severely pink :D
Mr Gorham loves me.
"Whitney put yourself out there, you have potential!"
"... i have potential to excell at dodgeball? SWEEET!"
"NOT THE POINT! NOW GO HIT MALCOLM!"
hahahahahahahahahaha, i hate malcolm.
:D!

Katy Perry bugs me.
But her song "thinking of you" doesn't bug me.
It's weirdly acceptible.

& this whole holiday only dedicated to love
can suck my left tit, thanks.

why me?