Bingo Bango

i'm trying to write stuff in here and do a paper at the same time.

note to self. you really like the name Oliver. makes cute nicknames possible, such as Olly or Ollie. and yes, i would name my daughter Oliver (not Olivia. so done.)

two movies i like with two hot guys named Oliver is A Lot Like Love and Jersey Girl. very touching-and-tugging-your-heartstrings kind of movies. i'm going to buy A Lot Like Love at work on Saturday. 

a big void is growing larger and larger in my life. i'm slowly drifting away from the people i used to call my best friends for life. yeah it's corny, so what, wanna fight about it? anyway. i'm convinced it's not my wrong doing. as guilty as i want to feel for these rifts growing bigger, it's out of my hands now. i've bullied myself into thinking that i should always be doing the feet kissing because i love my friends so much. but when will my feet ever get the same pleasure? for once i would like a friend to go out of their way for me. and it's sad to think your very best friends would do that for you, only to find out that that's not the case. 

[writing paper & drinking Mountain Dew break]

i was supposed to go with Dave to the film festival Saturday. but he changed his mind and said he's going Thursday.... which was today. but i worked today, and he didn't call me back anyway. i guess i should have expected it. he's pretty flaky because of his "schedule" for school. apparently, school runs his life and he has like no time to interact with human beings, especially prospective romantics of which the likes of me desires.