I changed my layout... for the eight billionth time... and I've finally
decided to admit that I have no effin clue how to do it right.
Sooo... if anyone wants to make it pretty for me... speak up. I
promise to do something nice for you back... like ummm...
something. Thanks.
Derek was just an ass to me. It's so strange... to think that a
minute
ago I was missing him a little and wondering how things would be when
he got back. I've been really worried about it... because I think
our levels of interest in each other varied too much. When he
told me that he was going to stay in Hattiesburg for an extra three
months, I got really nervous. Why? Did I have anything to
do with it? Now I realize that even if I do, I don't want
to. I really don't want to. And yes, I know that you're not
supposed to put a preposistion at the end of a sentance.
In somewhat related news, Corey was mean to me weekend before last,
when HE fucked up our plans and then blamed it on me. It's funny
because... at first he was being so sweet to me... that I was excited
and tempted to remember that side of him... but he pretty much reminded
me why I didn't want shit to do with him in one phone call. I
laughed where I would've cried before.
Life really is funny. It's funny to me, at least, how people are
always ending up on one side of the spectrum with me. They either
adore me or want nothing to do with me. My dad is like that, too,
I think, in that people either LOVE him or HATE him.
Anyway, I'm going to finish watching Forrest Gump now. And I'm
going to cry when Jenny finally realizes that her whole life she wanted
a guy who was kind-hearted and who looked out for her best
interest. She's going to mentally look back on a history of
self-serving assholes and wonder why she never saw it before. I
think you're supposed to hate Jenny in the movie, at least a
little. I don't. I understand what was going on in her
head.
She thought that she needed someone who was political or a genius or
unrealistically good-looking. She thought she needed a guy to
tell her what to do. She thought it was their right to push her
around a little bit because HEY, she could be pretty damn hard to deal
with sometimes.
I know what it's like to feel that way, at least a little bit. To
feel like you don't DESERVE someone to be good to you. But I
recognize the falsehood in those feelings. And it hurts to watch
other people who don't. Okay. I'm done.
*Oh, if you know how the baby is Forrest's son when Jenny and Forrest never had sex then PLEASE explain it to me! Thank you. *