apparently i get a little overemotional sometimes. i can't help it though. it's just who i am. i analyze too much and i think too much and sometimes i jump to conclusions from just little things that don't really exist or aren't really what i think they are. but sometimes it's not just me being crazy. who knows. either way, i wish i could just turn my brain off sometimes. or at least the part of it that thinks about these things.

on a lighter note, last night was fun. i just hung out and stuff with everyone and there were only like 15 of us. played a little bit of beer pong with bill. surprisingly, we didn't totally bomb. and we won a couple of games, which was pretty sweet! plus i didn't have to drink that much. i also knocked over the beeramid in rage. so that was funny. fuckers. i swear one of these days very soon i will come back with the best comeback comment ever in the history of comebacks and never ever have to hear another small penis comment about my boyfriend ever. fucking jerks.

then i went to bed early. and love actually was on. so actually, i just left the party early and crawled into bed and cried and cried over all the wonderful stories in that movie. there honestly has never been a more truthful depiction of how love really is on the screen. i guess some of the stories are a little unrealistic, but many of them aren't, and i think that's great. not so great for me to watch it when i am feeling like this though. just makes me miss Bart so much more. and then probably overanalyze a little bit about us too. or maybe just makes me realize how totally head over heels i am for him and that lots of seemingly impossible love stories can and do work out. so in the words of my favorite character from the movie, sam: let's go get the shit kicked out of us by love.

and now i'm crying. what a cheeseball.