Ever had one of those days where you've done so much, but you feel like you've done nothing in years?
That's what today was.
It was one of those "Blah" days.
Last night I spent the night at Miles, and Shannon (his gf) did too.
And when I woke up, I got in a fight with Kelley, because for some reason she made a Really big deal about me spending the night at Miles' house... which I have no idea why. And then she accused me of changing. And she told me she's moving away at semester end. Anndd. she told me she almost hooked up with her 18 year old (she's 15) ex boyfriend, and drank with him.
They haven't even talked in five months, they went out for like 4 days and they broke up because she found out he had a kid he didn't mention.
So I got really fucking pissed at her for making such a fucking stupid decision and NOT EVEN TELLING ME ABOUT IT.
Thought we were supposed to be best friends.
Anyway, I calmed down and read an entire book today.
It was Forever by Judy Blume. . .
And I realized I am SO ready for a boyfriend.
Hanging with Shannon and Miles got me thinking about it, because they are just so cute and so perfect together.
And that stupid book confirmed it.
I won't say I'm lonely, even if that's the truth.
I accidentally posted My Boy's name as my status on facebook... he commented. I liked one of his photos and one of his statuses and commented on one of them. We talked in class a few times last week.
Maybe I'll pursue it further.. I'll wait two weeks and if nothing has Really happened, I'll send him a message on Facebook. And we'll start talking.
And, you remember Jaguar? Well Catie still talks to him. And they're like Dawgs and he invited her to ice skating this winter, and she invited me.
We'll see what happens.
I wish I lived in the 70's when everything was very casual.
As of right now...
My name is Stephanie... My best friends, Catie and Kelley are super cool. My twin sister's name is Christina. I don't sleep a lot and when I do I don't sleep well. I have lots of nightmares that I never wake up from and weird dreams that linger in my brain. I'm not ashamed of my past, but don't expect me to broadcast it everywhere. In fact, I may not even share it at all. I'll never admit I like someone to their face. I'll never be happy with the way I look. I'll never have the self-confidence I seek in others. There's not much to tell... but that's my name.