"I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. You, are a twat."

"I believe that everything you said to me meant something at the time, but now it means nothing. I knew this would happen, but it still kind of hurts. I don’t believe you were out to hurt me, I just think things change, feelings change. It was good while it lasted. If you’re happy then I’m happy."

Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart;

1. Play an instrument/sing to me at random times.
2. Letting me gossip to him and just smile and agree with everything I say.
3. Kiss me in the pouring rain.
4. Listen to crappy rap songs with me.
5. Being more goofy than romantic, but knowing the right things to say at the right times.
6. Liking to stay home, making dinner, and watching movies.
7. Making me laugh when no one else can.
8. Basically just being my best friend.

Does anyone else see the irony in this?

It's a diet coke, that's bacon flavored. My art teacher wanted to see who would remember to go to her website this weekend, and she told us yesterday there would be a link that if we went to it we could get some extra points by saying what it was on Monday, and we would know what it was when we saw it. And that was it. I found it hilarious.

I didn't find a dress last night with my friends, so I'm going to go back out today. If I don't find one I might not go, because I don't really want to go in the first place, and not having one gives me an excuse. But one of my friends is bringing her boyfriend who I haven't liked for various reasons, one of them is unfair to him. So maybe I'll be able to give a second chance. Maybe.

But last night was a lot of fun. I haven't hung out with them in months, and it was good to be able to talk to them for a few hours. I also saw one of my old friends from french class two years ago and her boyfriend at the mall. That was a surprise. I almost attacked her when she gave me a hug because I had no idea who was behind me.

I also realized how "behind" I guess you could say, I am with guys. All of my friends have done a lot of "stuff" [trying to keep my blog PG-13], and I haven't even had my first kiss yet. I told them how I want to just get it over with, and they said that I should wait for someone special. Which is bullcrap. Everyone I've talked to regrets their first kiss and wants to change it. Everyone. So I see nothing special about it, it doesn't really matter. Just something else that makes me feel crappy about myself.

[The video from where the title came from? Click here. I would turn your speakers down for the beginning part though if I were you.]

To end this on a positive note, it's almost fall. Which means winter is almost here. Yess.