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February 10, 2010 4 Comments
First of all, if you’re reading this it means that you’ve asked me for the password to this blog, and I appreciate you for making me feel special.
As we should all know, Valentine’s Day is quickly approaching. And as it falls on a Sunday this year that means that Friday is the new Valentine’s Day. I have next week off! Yay! Maybe I won’t be such a huge slacker and I’ll actually post once. Maybe twice.
Anyways, back to Valentine’s Day and the massive rant and rave this is going to turn into. This will be my first V-Day that I have a someone for. The someone is also… The Boy. Together we are probably the biggest nerds ever. Or at least fairly high up on the nerd scale. He’s admitted to getting the Dungeons and Dragons magazine at one point. I was disappointed that there was no Age of Empires app available for my phone.
This brings us to the plan.
Some background info AKA the 411:
Valentine’s Day at school means the sale of carnations. And the amazing singing telegrams but I don’t think they’re selling them this year, sadly. Anyways, the carnations.
I am not a girly girl. I never have been and I never will be. When I was little I never wanted to be a princess. I didn’t want a pony. I preferred Lion King to Cinderella. When we were talking about prom once a couple days ago I said to The Boy “When else are you going to see me wear a dress?”
Still, my inner girl would really love to receive a carnation. Or at least get something out of The Boy. He knows exactly where my locker is. It’s pretty easy to identify, as some kind individual carved a penis onto it at some point during the year.
Back to the story. I confessed my girly desires to one of my friends, who offered to talk to him and see if he had anything planned and if not then inspire him. I approved of this plan. We had it all worked out. During break I would leave to go to the bathroom and she would have her opportunity to talk to him. To make it look more natural I would even go with Best Friend. Yeah, we’re the girls that can’t go to the bathroom alone.
Only he managed to slink away into nonexistance during break ahead of us. There was no study hall today, so there was another missed opportunity. And lunch time? Couldn’t find him.
I totally predicted it would end up that way. Carnations are no longer on sale, but we’re still going through with a modified version of the plan tomorrow.
Anyone have any V-Day plans not involving advanced espionage?
January 26, 2010 Leave a comment
I feel slightly bad writing this after just writing about how happy I am with The Boy. And I am happy. We have fun together. We’re incredibly weird and his texts make me smile, laugh, and fall off the couch sometimes.
But… I feel like venting. And I want to cover this for… I don’t know. Future reference? Posterity? Is posterity even the right word to be using for this?
I’m discovering that The Boy can be… indecisive and a bit more shy, I guess, about some things than I’d expected. We’re both incredibly open. He lives to try and disturb me and be a creeper. We come up with perverted comments all the time. We’re also both not touchy people.
On the first date there was a moment when he tried to kiss me, but there was this old guy walking by and I was nervous, so I ended up turning my head slightly at the last second and he got me next to my mouth. We walked around for a little bit before this and he had his arm around my shoulders.
Date #3 which was this Saturday I went over to his house and we rented Star Trek. He put his arm around me until I moved to sit up a little better. Then we had another moment where we were about to kiss, and he was teasing me about not actually going to kiss me. We were almost there.
And then I heard footsteps, warned him, we moved apart, and his little brother barged in seconds later. Another failed moment.
I’ve given him hints. I’ve made sure he knew I’m okay with him “making moves” as he calls it in public. Somehow 5 billion people at school found out that he asked me out (which is part of the reason why I’ve started putting passwords on these things). We’ve both said that we’re okay with people knowing.
The Class Creeper has a guy crush on The Boy in my opinion, and lurked around my group of friends one day at the end of last week when I was hoping to be able to get The Boy off somewhere alone.
“Guess you’ll never know what would have happened if he hadn’t showed up.”
“What would’ve happened?”
“Who knows? Your stalked showed up and got in the way.”
“Class Creeper will feel my wrath.”
After this he asked me over for the 3rd date. Then after that date…
“Maybe if the…moving in general was more public Class Creeper would realize you’re not like Birdo*.”
“I guess we’ll have to fix the lack of public moving on Manday**. See what I did there.”
*He taught me that Birdo is actually a transvestite character.
** We created the awesome points system. He made enough points to get a day where I wouldn’t say anything when he called himself manly.
“Today in Yearbook ___ said “Let’s do girls first. Girls are easy.” To which ____ replied “Yeah, they are.” This is the same person who was later making a friendship bracelet.”
“But if I had said “yeah they are” it would be considered manly.”
“And then I would say “And how do you know that?””
“And I would be sad because of the boob-less life I lead.”
“And it will continue to be like that for the forseeable future unless you make some manly moves.”
“Then manly moves I shall make.”
And yet… Nothing. So I’m tired of waiting around for him to do something. Tomorrow I’m going to take charge and make a move on him so he’ll finally get his act together.
But don’t expect an update tomorrow. I probably won’t have a life again until Friday.
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