Tuesday, July 22nd.
I just got this new layout up and running, go me. Hah.
Gabby and I talked to Pablo last night. I really don't think he likes me. Gabby said that he would, but he doesn't. I'm very sure. People think I'm insane if they speak to me before they see me. Ah well. Another one down the drain.
I left a message on Drew's answering machine last night. It went: "Um... hey Drew... it's Britannia... um... sorry, I'm tired and really out of it... um... could you call me?... later... "
I am such a loser. Why'd I break up with him, anyway?! I really like him. God I'm stupid. Hopefully he'll call me.
Shea's going to take me out to dinner after my birthday party at the skatepark. Yay! It's weird... we have the title of boyfriend and girlfriend, but we're really just good friends. I have a fucked up life, definantly.
xox, Britannia at 1:39 in the afternoon.
