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"I will let you down..."

The title of this post is a line from a song in a book that Sarah Dessen wrote, called This Lullaby. It's one of my favorite books. I usually don't start off by writing blog titles, I save them until the end. But this time it's so fitting that I didn't want to forget it.

So, remember semi/kinda/not really boyfriend Carlos?

Yeah well, he--we sort of had a fight.

This weekend I am supposed to have a birthday party after my older sister gets shipped off to prom. I'll have worked my butt off all day cleaning and running errands and doing crap for Devyn, then I get to have my party. And even better, I invited Carlos! YAY...right?

WRONG.

I did invite him. At first he wasn't sure, he had already made plans with his best friend.

Best friend has to complete English project, so YAY, Carlos can come.

But here's the conversation I had with Steph. It was...entertaining.

italianagirl651 (10:30:04 PM): So tonight my mother was making a list of things to get from wendys. Devyn and i had hardcore cleaned all afternoon since getting home from school and all we wanted was some nice food
italianagirl651 (10:30:21 PM): so what happens is my mother says, you want a junior bacon cheeseburger?
italianagirl651 (10:30:34 PM): i say no, i don't like bacon. Just cheeseburger, thanks.
italianagirl651 (10:31:01 PM): So a long time passes by, because apparently chris and my dad went to mexico for food
italianagirl651 (10:31:32 PM): But when they come back, I'm just about to get my food
italianagirl651 (10:31:36 PM): to eat it, actually
italianagirl651 (10:31:47 PM): and i get a text message saying exactly this, and i quote
italianagirl651 (10:32:38 PM): +17179115613¿I cant come on saturday im grounded im realy sry
italianagirl651 (10:33:00 PM): and then, i open my burger to see that there's bacon on it
italianagirl651 (10:33:13 PM): so my dad's like sorry
italianagirl651 (10:33:17 PM): but i just start bawling
italianagirl651 (10:33:25 PM): and they're like Alexa, it's just a burger
italianagirl651 (10:33:43 PM): and i'm like *high pitched, sigh, and cryinglike* "it's not the burger"

So in a nutshell? Carlos ditched me.

Apparently he got in trouble for his grades and he's not allowed to go. But that's the story I've been told. His phone was breaking up a lot so I don't exactly know what he is doing tomorrow when he should be with me, but whatever. Just...RAWR.

I'm so angry, and he knows it. He called me and we were talking, and I was being especially mean to him. He kept saying sorry over and over again, but I was like "WHATEVER, it's fine."
"It's not fine, I can tell it's bothering you."
**Well, HELL YEAH it's bothering me, you LIED to me! You said you had your grades all fine and dandy and that your parents wouldn't care!**
OR
**Nahh, it's not bothering me...I just thought about you ALL fucking day and then cleaned my house so I wouldn't be embarassed by our clutter. I almost got killed by the biggest spider I've ever seen in my life, but NO, it's not bothering me.** (These with the stars were in my head)
(What I actually said--)
"Whatever, it's fine."

*Shakes head*

THIS is why I'm such a cold-hearted bitch. This shit is always happening to me. :(

Comments

Emma said…
A) It is NEVER just a burger. One time this stupid guy took me out for "just a burger" and ordered my food for me (which I hate) and got me no cheese, no fries, and I never saw him again. True story.
B) I'm so sorry this bad Carlos stuff is happening to you! Men can be douchebags at times. Like, why are they so blind?
C) Yay, I love your posts.
May 13, 2007 at 6:25:00 PM EDT
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