I've Dyed My Hair as an Act of Rebellion.

My bangs are purple and so is most of my forehead. Still pretty sweet.

Nothing else of note has happened.

Glasses

I'm getting them. Fail on my part. Mostly just for reading but they help a lot, it's still awful for my ego.

And I only got 3 out of 5 of the advanced classes they have at the high school I'm starting.

We didn't pick the classes, we were assigned them. I have honors English, geometry, and Spanish 2.

I didn't get honors History or honors Biology, and I don't know how you could make either advanced. I am so confused.

And I also don't have base camp (?) with Boyfriend, or a single actual class together, which is pretty much 85% of the reason I chose to go to this particular high school.

This is going to blow.

Oh My God Teenage Angst and Hickies

Gross right?

And is it weird that no one should be able to kiss or hug or cuddle or do anything like that besides Boyfriend and I?

Because I think it's weird that Boyfriend's Brother can walk in on Boyfriend and I cuddling and watching a movie, in nothing but boxers, scratch his ass, then walk back out.

And then hear him having loud unabashed sex with his girlfriend like two hours later.

I understand that at this point I just sort of blend in at Boyfriend's house but c'mon, really, a little dignity? It's not like G walks around with nothing on when Boyfriend's over. Well...

Anyway, hickies are gross, like monumentally, and that's all I'm gonna say about that.

It rained today, and I was going to make Boyfriend go swimming with me, but the rain ruined it.

Stupid rain.

Yeah, I don't really have anything else to say.

Kittens and iPhones and Flammable Forts

Boyfriend came back last Saturday :) Two weeks isn't a long time compared to five months, but it still sucked.

Anywhoo, I got an iPhone on Friday, so now I'm an iPhone person, which is both awful and awesome at the same time. Because iPhones are freaking sweet, not gonna lie, but it's still gross that I have one. And I didn't get the kind that just came out, I got the $100 version, which makes me marginally less disgusting.

My friend went to see her family in Texas and she found a kitten on the side of the road, and she was going to give it to me. But, turns out her family had to pay like a bajillion bucks to get it de-wormed, and her mum got attached to it, and so they kept it. Which was really disappointing because it was like three weeks old and tiny and fuzzy and black and beyond cute. So when Boyfriend came over I was extremely depressed but still having an awesome time with my iPhone, so we bought S'mores Poptarts and I ate my deliciously sugary feelings.

When Boyfriend came over we went to the woods and we decided to build a fort. Which is crazy awesome, but also involved me lifting moldy logs for an hour and a half. But now it's built, and it's our own little spot, which is crazy adorable. We carved our initials in a birch tree nearby, and while I was making the walls sturdier he carved a heart around them and wrote 'always' underneath it. Awweeeeeeee. But to get to the flammable part, we have like a million little candles all around the inside that we light when we go there, which probably isn't intelligent at all but it's really, really, horrifically romantic. :)

And Boyfriend bought me a 'Viva la evolucion!' sticker (with an ape on it), a Niagara Falls coffee mug, and a giant Geico Gecko figurine while he was on his trip. Awesome, right?

He also gave me a vase full of wildflowers when I picked him up.

Guilty Pleasures (Yay for Crappy Psuedo-Posts)

My posts are turning into unorganized lists because I don't have a life during the summer and Boyfriend's still gone.

Playing music really loud, really really really loud, and screaming the lyrics.

Futurama.

Red lipstick and sixties eyeliner.

Cellphones.

Technology.

Florence and the Machine.

Stumbleupon.

Really long hugs that seem like they'll never end.

Expensive headphones.

Humming the bass line.

Pulling all nighters and watching the sunrise.

Cooking.

Netflix.

PBS. Don't laugh at me.

Nail polish.

Lots of books.

Cheesy romance novels that I'm embarrassed to own.

Baking.

Fine tip sharpies.

Gorgeous music videos.

And Converse.

I Hate People Who Are Better at Crap Than Me

I want to be the best at something for once.

I hate going on youtube and seeing people that are better than me, and I hate artists that are better than me, and I hate writers that are more talented than I am.

Not that I like actually hate the people, I just hate the fact that I'm not as awesome as they are.

I just want to be like, you should suck more, so I can look more awesome. Because I'm too lazy to actually improve myself so I'm going to bring other people down to below me.

I also wish that I was more original. I can't think of anything new, ever. Everything's recycled, or me trying to imitate someone else.

AGH. So all of you try and be less amazing so I can feel better about myself.

I Have a Youtube.

It's not vlogging or anything, sorry to disappoint. It's me playing guitar, singing, and making weird faces.

It's pretty freaking sweet.

But not really.

And the sound quality is crap because Mac microphones are terrible.

Oh crap yeah and my username is obsessedwithjazz. The name is from two years ago, don't judge me.

Things That Make Me Uncomfortable

That definition pretty much describes everything that exists.

Talking: I'm horrifically shy. When I want to say something I usually agonize over it for like twenty minutes before I say it. I only talk to my friends because when I don't they think I'm sulking.

Making Friends: Oh my god. I can't talk to people I don't know. I just freeze up and my voice cracks up and conversation fizzles after a few awkward comments about the weather.

Talking to Boyfriend's Family: AAAAHHHHHHH. Especially family dinners, when Boyfriend's Brother's Girlfriend is there. She's extremely talkative and charming and attractive and I look thoroughly inadequate compared to her while I'm perching awkwardly and refusing to speak. Blech.

Drawing Pictures of People: Just don't ask me. I'm bound to offend you. I can't make you unattractive, but in some cases I make you too attractive and then it doesn't look like you. So much pressure that ends in definite disappointment.

Playing Guitar/Singing in Front of People: I hate being criticized. It's really bad for my ego. And I like singing and playing guitar for fun but in front of people I freeze up and want to vomit.

People Who Get REALLY into the Music They're Playing/Listening To: Just awkward. Especially when it's men in their forties who look like they're having a personal moment.

People Reading my Writing: Ironic I have a blog. But when I write something weird I think when people read it they think I need therapy or something, and I'm not fucked up, I promise.

Mostly.

Oh My God Baby Rabbits.

Oh my god baby rabbits.

They are THE cutest things on the planet, including kittens and puppies and human babies and fire (according to Boyfriend).

They're tiny, as demonstrated by the picture of my dad holding two of them. I took the picture. The one on the left is named Yeti, because it's the runt, and the one on the right is named Oatis, after Boyfriend's dog.

My neighbors found these and two others in their woodpile, abandoned by their mum. They dug a burrow for them and sat around for a while, waiting for the mum rabbit to show up.

Then the neighbors brought them over and I fell in love.

My favorite was named Wendell, who had really big ears and no white splotch. (The other rabbit's name was Milo, which has no correlation with the fact that one of the others was named Oatis.)

Today I spent five hours in the back yard cuddling them, and tomorrow my neighbors are bringing them to an animal shelter.

My heart has been broken.

I have literally been crying and eating ice cream for like fifteen minutes. This is tragic, and Boyfriend's visiting his grandparents like five hundred miles away.

Boyfriend is gone and the bunnies are leaving and I am a massive, massive drama queen.

*Sigh.*

'Fetching Profile Picture'

I just changed my profile picture on my blog, and when I clicked update there was a little icon of the page loading with the phrase 'Fetching Profile Picture.'

Damn right it's a fetching profile picture.

Other than that I didn't really have anything to say.