crank that fall out boy.

there's a rapper in my first period class every morning who likes to make remixes to songs. some of them are absolutely amazing. he did a remix of "Crank Dat Soulja Boy". It's now "Crank Dat Fall Out Boy". Hahaha. Amazing.
"Fall Out Boy up in this OHHH.
Watch 'em rock, and watch 'em roll.
Watch 'em crank dat Eff Oh Bee
and dance, dance that hoeee."
LMAO. i love it. seriously.

i'm still limping around school and the house, because i still have yet to see a doctor about my foot injury. all i did was land on it wrong. could it really be that bad? at this point my mom doesnt even know if i'll be able to dance on saturday. that would absolutely suck. we've already blocked formations and parts. to throw that on the entire company at short notice would be...bad.

i've pretty much given up on trying. you'll never notice me. and i may cry some nights, but eventually i'll get over it. my wish is that someday you'll look at me and say, "Ami! Havent seen you in a while...What's going on?" but that'll never happen. i miss when all i had to do to see you was step outside of my house and look to the left, across forest avenue. i miss when my only dream was to be able to actually carry on a conversation with you, because somehow you were everything i wanted to be. and still that's my dream. but now i've got a few more. and those new ones are realistic. i want to pass my sophomore year. i want to be worth something to somebody. for a while i thought i was worth something to you. but i guess not.
i'm sorry for calling.
i'm sorry for texting.
i'm sorry for trying.
goodnight.