A dancing flame

soo i've decided to stop with the whole beginning the sentence in the title. it's harder than actually trying to come up with a legit title. so anyways i know i said i'd blog about the field trip, but as we all know i'm forever lazy and that's not going to happen. i prefer to blog on my own time. anyways! i decided it's time to take action because i'm fed up with this shit so i'm going to talk to angel myself. we were walking and it was the day it was pretty cold. yesterday, i think. so we're walking and i'm like "omg my hands are so cold." so i put one hand in my pocket, and the other i need for my phone. so i look at him and think fuck this shit. and i go "can i hold your hand?" and he goes "omg yes." but he actually said it, he didn't say omg. so we're walking and....yeah. that's all to that story. haha i'm pretty convinced victor ortiz and dos hate me. i'd have to have either lizzie ask them. i'm not sure what to do. heh, silly me. making a deal out of something i shouldn't be. do i like victor again? ehhhh i guess you could say that. it's not complete. well, i should probably wrap this up. i know it's pretty short, i apoligize. but it's margarita tuesdays!!! so , of course, i have to go be social. and by social i mean, sit and listen to their conversation. laughing occasionaly because drunk puerto ricans amuse me. haha. boriqua!!! lol i'm pretty sure that's spelled wrong. i'm silly. stay magical(: