Christmas Eve

It's Christmas Eve. Nothing has really happened today besides the world. Millions of text messages. Nothing good. I went to my aunts. We gave gifts out. My grandpa probably had gotten the best. Our family owns alot of really old cars/hotrods. So at the last car show of the summer, Uncle Briz/big time car guy, kept calling us Gordie[my grandpa] and the goofballs. We pretty much adopted that name from everyone. So, this christmas we gave my grandpa his own hotrod group. Like the Slo Pokes. That is really cool, if you are actually into cars and know what I'm talking about. The only way you can join is if: you are family, are invited by letter, or want to join but we have to approve you and you have to a hotrod. We're gunna make this thing a big deal. Like the Slo Pokes. I love my family. My grandpoppie was so happy and excited. We all have shirts that say "Gordie & The Goofballs" on the back of it. I love them. It's pretty much time for me to go to sleep.

Things I've Gotten so Far:
pajama's [yearly tradition]
framed picture from John Butler Trio concert
socks
scarves
Frank Sinatra book [really cool]
book bag
fifty dollars
starbucks gift cards [of course, my whole family only works there]
smiley face tank top, underwear and boxers
fifty dollar gift card to the mall

I'm pretty sure that's it.
Goodnight. I love everyone. And please sleep well.

mixed feelings

I've been having these mixed feelings for two years. I like this boy, and this boy likes me back. But the problem is, I only like him sometimes. I mean, I always like him. But, I talk myself out of liking him. I tell myself "no, you do not like him" then I start believing myself. The thing is, I really do like him alot. If I ever went out with him, I wouldn't want to talk myself out of liking him. Because that is just not right to me. And I can't help myself. I constantly do it. I'm just afraid when I finally do stop, he won't like me anymore.

I met him last year, I liked him so much. We became bestfriends. It's a really cool story how it happened though.

HOW WE MET:
We were assigned table seats, he sat across the table from me. The teacher was talking, and we were talking amungst ourselves about Krispie Kreams, and we were trying to figure out how to spell it, then we got yelled at by the teacher for not listening.

Anyway, I've liked him since last year. I finally told him that I liked him. And he said "only bestfriends" it was really hard for me to accept that, but I did. As long as it made him happy, and it's what he wanted. A couple weeks later, he told me "Bri, I've been thinking about what you said, and I really like you, I can't get you off my mind. I don't know how I didn't notice how much I liked you before". But the thing is, when he said this to me, I was going through one of my "I don't like him" fases. So I made up an excuse. I could tell it wasn't the answer he was looking for.

I'm not sure if he knows that I still like him alot. I hope he does. I really miss him, we don't talk nearly as much as we did last year, but we still talk alot. It makes me sad. I don't know what makes me sad. The fact that I'm not with him right now, or the fact that I don't know if he knows how I feel, or something else. I don't know.

He's my bestfriend. We promised eachother that we will know eachother untill we are at least eighty. And that we would go to eachothers funeral. I love my bestfriend alot. No one has any idea how much I feel for him.

Goodnight.