Meh.

I should sleep more.

I slept for four hours today, curled up with Boyfriend. I only sleep well when I'm with him.

We watched live music and ate rice crispie bars and drank raspberry iced tea, and I put his can's pulltab on my necklace.

My necklace, at this point, has the original pendant, which is a bronze lotus, a pink pull tab from his iced tea, a silver one from a Pepsi we shared, and a kiss token from at least a year ago.

I have a star, made of a Hershey's kiss wrapper he gave me, applied to the body of my guitar with clear nail polish.

I don't have much, but what I do have means a hell of a lot.

Awkward Phone Conversations and Generic Frosted Mini-Wheats

Mmmmmm. Awkward.

I've been having a Mythbuster's marathon so I don't have to think.

My day was awesome besides one, disgusting, weak, horrible, shitty thing, which I will not talk about because it was the worst experience of my life.

Oh my god I love Mythbusters. And JP. She's a close second to Mythbuters :P But only just.

She has been fantastic, regarding the horrible, shitty thing. So I just want to say, even though I'm awful at feelings, that it meant the world, seriously. And that I will probably take her up on the midnight call.

So thank you for being an awesome-pants.

My worst grade is a C, which is a big deal for me :) which means I'm beginning to suck less, and I am not failing a single class.

And I'm writing a lot more.

And painting, and playing more music, and doing what I love.

And despite the horrible, shitty thing, I'm pretty damn happy.

I Wish

That I were short

and slim

With long,

dark hair

that smelled like almonds

That I were average,

and unexceptional,

in every

single

Way.

The Facts

I am six feet tall

and too many feet wide

I cannot paint my own nails,

and I have never had a manicure

I have short hair,

in a color I hate

I play too many instruments

and collect marbles and the pull tabs

off soda cans

I like the smell of sharpies,

and gasoline, and rain,

and grass

I collect memories,

and sift through them,

only remembering prize specimens

I watch PBS

when I'm home alone

I am not a virgin,

and I haven't been for a long time,

for better or for worse

I smell like tea,

and roses, and cat pee,

and coffee, and freshly baked bread

My feet are bigger than Boyfriend's,

and twice as ugly

I'm mediocre at a lot of things,

and talented at nothing.

Oh Broken Hearted Hoover Fixer Sucker Guy

I just spilled blue nail polish all over my nasty white carpet. Shit. Looks better though :)

Promised myself I'd blog daily and I'm afraid that I'll end up exclusively bitching about school. Oops, language.

My basecamp teacher and play director called Boyfriend's brother my brother in law, and I turned a million different shades of red.

Me, playing a deeply sexy vampire vixen in the play, get to lick the side of Boyfriend's face. Apparently I get to be the dirtiest because we're dating. "Hey mum! Guess what! I went to third base with Boyfriend on stage!"

Maybe I should tell my family not to come.

But I love him to death, even though there are now two other guys professing their love and limitless supplies of candy corn to me.

I'm Boyfriend's till he breaks up with me.

And till then I'm just a sucker, of a guy.(:

And I Just Realized That My Last Update Had Nothing to do with the Title

I rode the bus home today, and I had Skittles and a bloody nose.

I saw a man with longer fingernails than mine, with three or four glittery rings, and eyeliner.

And I saw a man with dreadlocks that smelled like pot.

Skittles and Bloody Noses and Angst, Angst, Angst.

You meet really awesome people in high school, but you also meet complete fuck heads, that make your brain want to explode.

First trumpeter.

Agh.

AGGGHHHHH.

But other than him, high school is great, I'm in the play (with a tiny role, STILL COUNTS) and knowledge bowl, and jazz combo. And I've met some awesome people, and I'm nearly socially accepted. Which is pretty sweet.

And I love Boyfriend, much to the nausea of everyone who's friends with me on Facebook. It's not my fault we're so damn adorable!

We hung out yesterday, and it was wonderful. We went to the flammable fort, except we couldn't find matches. Ah well.