Oh baby, don't leave me this way. Sooooooo Mistletoe Classic. 30 teams. Last year we placed 28th. And this year we got.... 4th!!!! Okay, so we SHOULD have gotten friken 3rd but refs are retarded. Oh well. I'm happy I guess. So yeah. My face hurts. WE SHOULD BE LOVERS!!!! AND THAT'S A FACT!!!! Sorry. Ummm....... I don't know what to write about. Friken Chantel killed me with the gym door so my foot is all cut up and bloody and it hurts to wear shoes. Lame, I know. Uhh....I work tomorrow open to close and I'm way tired right now. Bryan Hwang is mentally challenged and it bugs me. Kiefer lied to me and I hate knowing that. It was over somethings really small and dumb too, which confuses me, but whatever i guess? I don't know, I feel lame... like sad/hurt/disappointed/suspicious. Like why would he lie to me about that??? IT'S DUMB!!!!! He probably doesn't even know what I'm talking about. Oh well. Winter has arrived. I like it. Oh, oh oh!!!! Descision!!! That's not how you spell that but I don't care. Soooo I was talking to Dylan the other night cause Kiefer was busy @ SP with his friends and I had an epiphany: I don't like how I dress. I've noticed that whenever I wear something really revealing, I'm really uncomfortable. And the other day, I wore something otally not revealing, AND I LOVED IT. I still looked alright too, so I'm happy that I've realized that about myself. Jeremy is an asshole to me. Yet he hit on me the other day. What a creeper. Another mentally challenged, egotistical jerk that I don't like. Reminds me of some one... who am I thinking of...??? OH yeah, peter. that's right. I'm sorry, but I really don't like that kid. I was civil to him until he started being an asshole to me to my face. But whatever. Screw him. (Sorry Jordi & Kiefer, but really.) Okay, this is over. Come what may, bitches.