I'm honestly done going to school. To walk into that horrid establishment every day for the rest of the week is like walking to my own death. One more week, but I don't think I can last. So for now, I just lounge in my backyard and count the seconds to graduation. As I lay on my grass [which I think I'm allergic to], I recollect on the past four years of high school...
Lately my sister has been having boy problems. I have one thing to say. In my four years of high school, in fact the eighteen years I've been alive, I'm am more than glad I've never had to deal with boy drama. In fact, I've never been in a relationship, and as pathetic as that sounds, I honestly don't care! Sure it's a little awkward saying "no" whenever someone asks if you have a boyfriend, or when my friends talk about their first kiss, all I have to say is "my lips are sacred." But it's not as depressing as it sounds. I have many guy friends, in fact lately I only hang out with boys.
You might be asking yourself, "Why hasn't this loser ever had a boyfriend?"
The answer? I don't really know. There could be many reasons. A few have come to mind.
One, I'm a little shy and sometimes I have a difficult time talking to boys, but on the other hand, I'm pretty outgoing and sometimes I don't shut up and I have many friends that are boys. Lately I've only been hanging out with boys, and it's great.
Two, sometimes I feel like I fall for the wrong guy. More that many times have I "liked" someone, only to find out that they "like" someone else, such as another girl, or a close friend. I feel like I made a mistake even trying for a guy that isn't exactly the right one. I'm over these boys and realize how much I made a fool of myself and I've moved on. There's more to life than hot boys that you were hopelessly in love with.
Three, I don't know why but I have a thing for attractive quiet boys. Which is ironic, since I'm sometimes a "quiet" girl. Don't get me wrong, I love outgoing boys too. But quiet boys, they have like some shroud of mystery engulfing their gorgeousness and it makes you want to know more.
I'm a little bit in love with this quiet kid. He doesn't talk much, but when he does, he's hilarious. I can't help myself, honestly, sometimes I get butterflies when I see him, think about him, etc. And that doesn't happen often. And I've always had some secret crush on him, but it wasn't till lately that I actually realized how...cute and attractive he was. But if you can make me laugh, consider me yours. Just kidding. But it's true. I hate the concept of love sometimes.
Four, and finally, I'm just weird. Sometimes I feel like a guy would like that but, at the same time I feel like they're thinking, "Who is that freak that wears wolf shirts every Wednesday?" I hate to describe myself, but I might as well just once.
One word to describe me would be quirky. I'm clumsy, overly competitive, sort of smart, but "not all the way there" most of the time. I'm pretty nerdy. I'm obsessed with Harry Potter, I like videos games...a lot. I wish I never lost my gameboy. I like action movies like Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Indiana Jones, and Pirates of the Caribbean. I wear nerdy adventure shirts with wolves on them. I have a soft spot for birds and Native Americans. I wander off on my own sometimes...in my own little world. I'm pretty funny I guess. I mean, I'd be friends with myself because I'm funny. I wear fake glasses because I think I look cool. Maybe I do, maybe I don't, but big glasses are awesome. I listen to strange but very awesome indie music. I don't even know what else to right. Basically I'm just some quirky, nerdy girl with a decent sense of humor. Does anyone else see that?
I feel like any crush or love interest that strikes me comes wrapped in a thick layer of bad luck. And sometimes I don't even want to try because I'll have to compete with someone, or I'm just not good enough. Either I'll die an old single cat lady, or I'll finally find the prince of my dreams.
So to sum things up, the male species isn't what it's cracked up to be.
See, I've already written too much about my stupid, pathetic boy issues and lack thereof. So if anyone reads this lame post, or lame blog for that matter...sorry for wasting a few minutes of your life.
Current Favorite Songs...
Blood by The Middle East
I Just Died in Your Arms by The Cutting Crew
CPR/Claws Part 2 by Typhoon
Crown on the Ground by Sleigh Bells
Alejandro by Lady Gaga
There are more, but I can't think.
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