Valentine's Day!

Well today is Valentine's Day. Obviously. It sucks ass, no one special has given me anything special. Carolina is in such a sarcastic happy mood today it's so funny. I decided to wear all black today. Which is scaring a few people, but whatever, I have nothing to be all gooshy and happy about. I haven't seen the wonderful, amazing, I don't want a relationship right now, boy at all today. Sadly, but I've decided that I am NOT going to call him. He can call me! I finally got to the doctor today for my foot. I have torn ligaments in my foot and they aren;t sure if it is broken or not yet. But it's cool I have a boot the size of Texas on. We had the best weekend ever! First my team that I coach got first place in the tournament they were in. I'm so proud of them!!!!! And then we went to Garnsey's, which was soooo much fun. We played pool so well this weekend! I accidentally drank too much on Friday night and made out with my friend Matt. OOOOOPPPSSS! I definately didn't want to do that. I feel so bad now, but when I saw him on Saturday we talked about it and I explained to him that I am in love with someone else and that its nothing against him but that won't happen again. He then told me that it was cool because he was going to tell me the same thing. So I had a ton-o-fun on Friday with no attachments, YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY!!!!!

Well, I guess I should give you guys the song of the day:
Margaritaville
Jimmy Buffet <3

Nibblin' on sponge cake,
watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp--
They're beginnin' to boil.

Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.

Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tatoo.
But it's a real beauty,
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a clue.

Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault.

I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender,
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.

Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault.