Prom Court

Found out today that I'm one of six girls in the running for Prom Queen. How crazy is that? Like, I've never been nominated for anything like this before. Ever. And now I can't help but be excited for prom. I'm not saying that I wasn't before, but now it's like, wow, I might actually have a good reason to go (aside from a prom night stand that may or may not happen, haha). The point is, I'm excited for prom now. I'm getting my dress in for alterations on Thursday, also the day of the spring concert, and I should have it back next week.

Some people think I've waited too long to get my dress altered. I say nay. I think I was smart in doing so because I've gained 15 pounds of muscle since I first tried on the dress. All I have to do is stay the same shape and size for a couple weeks and my dress will fit perfectly. What now, all you girls who are dieting to get back to the weight you were when you got your dresses altered? My procrastination has actually paid off this time! Yayyyyyyy! :D


So, yesterday, I said I'd finish writing about Brandon's love letter to me. I'm lazy, though, so I'm just going to copy and paste it in here.

"I feel really awkward writing this but here it goes...

I am sorry for what I did and obviously I want to apologize. I broke up with you for reason and without first talking to you. I knew even before I did it that it was a stupid and irrational thing to do and I cannot forgive myself for it.

When I got your letter a shit load of things went through my mind, and, seeing as how I was raised pessimistic, they were all negative. First thing I was thinking was the fact that you had given me a letter and not talked to me (didn't factor in the cold and that still kills me) and that made me feel like you didn't care. Second thing were the answers. The way that I read them was in a negative way (obviously) and in the mind set that you didn't care whatsoever.

I still cannot believe that I did it and am still in shock. I have yet to even think of an excuse that would make any of it more sensible or sane.

I am sure you have moved on and couldn't give a flying fuck about me anymore after all that but I must say that I have not lived a day without thinking about what an ass I was and how stupid I was to break up with you. I know that I will never get you back but would give anything for a chance at such a thing.

I loved you then
I love you now,
I think of you
and yet somehow,
I did you wrong
and made you cry
so here alone
I lay and die.

(I don't write poetry and yet I made that up on the spot =p...sorry enough fucking around)

Again I wanted to say that I am sorry and that I don't know why I did what I did other than the fact that I was paranoid and took simple things too far.

Thanks for reading this (if you did...wouldn't blame you for not) and I hope to hear back from you with any sort of response in any way shape or form.

Love,
Brandon"

I think it's funny how he assumed that I cried. *snort*

I then received a text message reading, "Would you please reply the the message I sent you on myspace?"

First of all, replying was optional on my part. Second, no, I'm not going to reply. Not now, at least. Stop being a selfish ass. I was actually going to plan out a nice, long letter explaining why you should get over me because there's no way in hell I would ever go back to you. You're an assfuck with an ego and a small dick. Get over yourself. You're not that fucking smart.

Okay, so that was a short letter and you would probably hate me. Which is what I want, right? But then again, I'm nonconfrontational.

I'll send that letter after I'm safely on the other side of the country. :)


I'm exhausted and coming down with a cold, so I'm going to bed now. Good night, loves!