mike bought tickets to go see from first to last, everytime i die and story of the year. :) i'm going to see from first to last. omfg. on the 21rst. i cant wait. i'm so efffing excited.

on another note. i'm not happy right now. i'm irritable. as crap. i think it's because i have nothing at all to do. like....i'm completely bored. i want to do something productive. but i have nothing productive to do. and i want to write. but i really have nothing to write either.

i hate leslie. thats what i'll write about. so...on december 16 i got my admission letter from usc columbia. telling me that i wasn't accepted. that's right. it was a no. a big fat no. "we're sorry but..."

well...that really bothered me. i had my sight set on usc columbia. so set. i want it. leslie comes up to me today. "omg guess what?!?!" i'm like..what. "I GOT ACCEPTED!!" with a forced smile and a gulp i asked where to. "USC COLUMBIA!!!!" i forced a smile and said congratulations. *sigh* "what the f*ck.?" that's not fair. at all. like...its just not. that's my college.

i know..i'm just jealous. very jealous.

"i dont know i hear the natural thing is a b*tch" - mike.

[we were talking about having babies. how odd]

"probably most definately" - mike

sorry..i was on the phone with him.

i love him.

so much.

so incredibly much

like. its crazy.

wow.

love. he is.

love.

like..more love than a camera.

love to the max.

love like woah.

wow.

i love him.