What The Pho

Let's start from Saturday!
Okay so Saturday I woke up, showered, then used the laptop. After two hours of laptop use, I took another shower. I headed to Michelle's house for the Jr Prom Dinner. No I am not going to prom, I'm just going to the dinner. I took a blue dress from Michelles closet, wore it, and we left. No earrings, no necklace, nada. I didn't want to dress up since I'm only gonna eat and go home. Haha. We ate at Beque, Michelle's Dads restaurant. Expensive shit but we get it all for free! I'm too lazy to describe everything but we went back to the house and everyone drank beer and wine. I didn't because I'm a virgin alcoholic! That means I never drank before and probably won't soon. Went home and slept.

Sunday, I forgot.

Today, Went to school. Cussed at myself for forgetting to print out my 35 pt homework. Troung was fucking annoying in photo class. He's so immature with his stupid preverted pen and cement glue illusion. Oh and throwing paper and not picking it up. I got annoyed after a while and told him to pick it up. That guy thinks he's the shit or what? He's creepy and ugly. Sorry. Actually, I take back that sorry. Went home, guess what? NO MORE HOMEWORK -- for this week. It's star testing, hehe. I watched Full House the whole day till now.

I think I'll continue after blogging.

I've been meaning to tell you this, but I realized how stupid I may sound. I liked your friend, which hurted you. You liked me, but soon moved on. Once you did, I fell for you; I never stopped liking you. Even when we stopped contacting each other due to my immature behavior, I thought about you. I guess I didn't take a heartbreak very well. I know you moved on and don't have feelings for me. I know you put those in the past. I tried, but I couldn't, I am constantly reminded about you. I wanted to confess this hidden feeling since April 2008. I don't expect you to like me back. I already know you don't. I just want to get this secret off my shoulders. Remember when I kept asking you if you're free? Well I wanted to say what I needed to say. After awhile, it's pretty obvious that anything I ask of you, you'll say no. Your excuse: I'm busy. So I stopped asking you, and came to think that it would make our friendship awkward. I still have yet to tell you directly..
Elvis, I like you.

I wish to wear my heart on my sleeve.