Some chick edited this on photo shop for me. It turned out pretty sexy; you know, cos Gaspard is in it. The editing is pretty crappy. Still...
Matt is long gone. He's back in Chicago. We had a really good time this whole week, we'd been hanging out every day since last Thursday. I went to the airport with him. He wants to be more than friends, but I don't know how I feel about that which causes him much grief. So we just left it like it's always been. Just really good fiends with some benefits. Not all of them.
My sophomore year schedule is just what I expected. GAY. Plus my locker is surrounded by very annoying Asians (no offense, but seriously they're super annoying). I guess that's it. I heard very bad things about my teachers from friends. Let me just tell you, I'm NOT EXCITED AT ALL. I wish summer would just last a little bit longer. It's been so much fun and it's overrrrrrrr :( Damn.
I've been listening to the Doors lately. Like, A LOT. Too much. I feel special that my dad met Jim Morrison and then suddenly that same year they played a show in France and he died. I don't know, it's one of those things where if your brother met Michael Phelps you'd brag about it as if you had met him instead. Haha.
Damn he's so fine.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gIpbbwzcRaM
I want to cut my hair. Real short. I know it's always short & I should leave it long for a change, but it's just really annoying having to comb it and brush it every damn time it gets all tangly and it always looks messy anyway so... I don't know if I should. My dad wants me to cut it & my mom wants me to grow it longer. It just has no shape anymore. But if I do cut it, it might look super crappy cos every time I cut my hair my mom wants me to do it differently every time and there's only so many ways you can wear your hair when it's super short. My face looks longer as my hair grows.
There's a new trumpeter at church. He's super hella hot but I haven't talked to him or even know his name. The girls are all over him all the time so I hardly get the chance to even look at him. He's a man of very few words. He hardly talks, which is unattractive to me. haha :) But we'll see.
Sorry, sorry. But seriously, there's never enough Gaspard in my life. Ever. Unless I married him had children and lived happily ever after in Paris, France. Then that would be enough.
I guess I'm not thinking negatively after all.
:)
BEST DOOR SONGS EVER:
5. Light My Fire
4. Break On Through
3. Love Her Madly
2.Touch Me
1.Love Me Two Times.
Double :)
