Marvelously Dull Life

It's late, and I'm tired. So I'll cut to the chase. I'm not known for being the most reliable writer. I mean the sheer amount of posts I've made that promise a part two, that are still sitting, and collecting dust. Well I doubt I have an audience. I don't remember how long it's been since I posted, but I'm in a bad mood so I don't even care. This is a vent. This is for me. This is NOT for my lying, cheating, douche of a now ex-boyfriend. I don't even want to get into it right now, I just want to cry or scream, or punch him in his stupid face. I know it's not my fault, but I can't help to berate myself for starting this relationship. To be honest I don't love him. I don't have a strong emotional connection to him. I feel upset, but also like I could move on tomorrow afternoon. If I decide to post again, I'll explain more. Basically my point is this: I finally get a boyfriend After years of being alone, wishing for love ...

This is a completely true story. I've mentioned it before in Crushes: And My Terrible Luck With Them (Part Two) but here is the extended version of that story. This took place in the second semester of my sophomore year. I officially met Al and became friends with him in the second semester of sophomore year. Before that I had seen him around but never really talked to him. Which of course is part of living in a small rural town. You see people, you know them, but you don't necessarily know them. The first time I saw him we were in middle school. He is a year older than me so when I saw him I was in, I think 7th grade and he was in 8th. I thought he was super cute. When I started High School I saw a bit more of him. I didn't have any classes with him but I saw him around in the hallways. He was in JROTC (basically military class) and he was in band (he plays the saxophone). In the second half of 10th grade I had a Culinary Arts class with him. The previous semeste...

Senior year. The time for nostalgia, hard-work, and applying for Colleges before November because that's apparently where the deadline is. It's also the year for Senior Projects. I feel doomed. Especially with the haunting failure of the last school year and this summer. Jeez, let's lighten the mood here. I made a post before this but where's my proper welcome back post? That's more like it! Now cue the Jazz band, cake, and fireworks! Oh, Jimmy Fallon host of the Tonight Show, what are you doing here? Alright, alright, settle down people let's continue. So, my first week of school was this week. That's right my school starts on August 6th. When does it get out? June. And it starts at 7:15. My last school started fairly early but school started 7:45 and ended in May! Gosh darn it. First week of school... What can I say? Well Rue is back and rides the same bus as me. Beautiful (and straight) as ever. I don't mind crushing on straight people though b...