The lyrics to that song are good. Listen to them. Just so you know, I don't feel like writing this right now, but I figured I really should update. So here I am.. Well, we will start with Edgar. So I hung out with him the day before he left. sex. hugs. kisses. talks. walks. pictures. pizza. There were a lot of tears at first, but then we just had a good time. It was a genuinely happy thing for us to just be with each other. We just ignored that it would be the last time. His plane left at 3am. At 5am, I got a text. It said "I can't do it heather, I can't do it." -Edgar. Now that woke me up, and I was just like whatttt? So i sent him a text saying "what do you mean?" and he responded with cris is so mad and that he is going back to his house in seaside. He said he was nervous. I went over the next day. I told him I didn't like his decision to stay mainly because of me. I told him I really hope he is happy here and doesn't regret staying. Later, he told me how its about $3,000 to come here. He told me about crossing the border and all the busses and two days of walking and being separated from people and lack of water and food and everything. It sounded horrible. That at least made me understand why he could not come back if he left. We're going to hang out again tomorrow. I have no shcool, he has no work. It should be a good day. Oh, and that wednesday morning, I was asleep when my phone started ringing. I answered. It was...Luis. Crazy, right? I was just like..ummmm hi? But it was nice talking to him again. He was totally normal and not like Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou creeppppyyy. He said he thought I would be in school, and was suprised I answered. He also said he would call next wednesday. That is tomorrow, so we'll see. School? So I forgot to mention in my previous entry another bad part of my bad week. I went all the way to englih class, my first class of th day, and went to get our first ever essay that was due out, and realized my notebook was at home. So I had to run home to get that, and then was late for class. I handed in my essay and tried to complete the assignment (reflections #1) that everyone else was doing. I didn't have time to finish, so I only got a 4. That whole morning sucked. Luckily I got a 6+ (best possible) on my next reflection. The next class went better, though. I got my essay back. A+!!! First essay in college, and its an A+. Haha obviously I wrote about Jimbo's as something that impacted my life. lol but I messed up the good morning on my way to my next class. I fell up the stairs and cracked my toenail. Oh well...nobody is perfect.. Oh, and Tyler Clark. He sorta reminds me of someone erin would talk to. He's a little out there. But he's in my history class, and somehow found me on myspace. He sent me a message about studying for the test, so we did in the library. He's pretty cool, but now he keeps texting me to hang out. I'm getting fat. I need to fix this immediatly. 153 pounds. Okay, shower and bed. Then to Edgar's in the am. All done ::edit:: I forgot to update about mario..not that it is important..but I can't just get over him. I know he's no good and all.. Anyway, I haven't talked to him since that night. He came into Jimbo's on Sunday. I wouldn't look at him. I stood away by myself with my back faced to him the entire time. After he left, he sent a text that said "Hola solo quiero desirte hola header" I sorta wished I talked to him. I'm creepy, I know, but I drive by his house. I think I saw his daughter outside. He's usually home, so clearly he isn't working yet. I saw him driving today too...He was turning onto windsor from coolidge. I was just going straight. I don't know if he saw me or not. I'm assuming it was his wife in the seat next to him. Why am I in this fucked up situation?