Sunday, December 28, 2014

Nov 30th





There are two stories that people
live. One that they want to you to hear and one they hide. I will let you
decide which one this is, if the two can even be separated. All of my hidden
stories are all in the diaries I have been writing since I was nine years old.
I have filled 13 books so far. The first page of each book is a quick review;
to catch the reader up on the previous books. This is in consideration for the
reader; they can pick up any book in the series and begin reading with full
background knowledge. It is important to remember this as you read this story….that
I can be considerate.


I skipped school today. I only had
one class, College Algebra, and I am doing well in it. So maybe I purposely
overslept. I suppose I should talk about Christian Whalen. Even though the
subject rather bores me. We broke up about two weeks ago; went out for about
three months. We dated for five months before that, so I guess I can include
this in my list of memorable relationships. He is a great guy, treated me well,
ALWAYS let me have my way, and paid the bills (and we had some expensive
dates). Even when our dates included shopping trips he bought all my clothes
and music. I never spent a penny and he always complimented me about how
beautiful and exciting I am. Sounds perfect right? I did leave one part out. I
was not into him. I pretty much used him as a space holder until I found
someone that I did want to spend time with. Someone to be with when my friends
were out with their boyfriends. We did not have sex. Which is strange because I
stayed overnight at his house twice a week. We even stayed in a hotel...four times. He claims that I intimidate him, but I think he is just scared of not fulfilling me. He knows I have a great body and he is...fat. I sound hostile but really I am not. I actually want to get together again, just to straighten things out. I wish I did like him. I guess I am kinda stuck in a lull right now and he just makes it deeper.

I WANT Ray. He is a guy at my work. Did I talk about my job? A friend from school got me a job at Metropolis, the best night club down town. It is great working at a bar when you are not yet twenty-one. I know this sounds crazy but I actually have a crush on HIM. Isn't that fabulous? I don't want anything to destroy it so I'm not going to ever date him. I'd like to just flirt non-stop and keep it in the fantasy world. Nothing can possibly live up to my expectations. It is SO fun to have a crush. He reminds me of Adam Lashton. He is also a skater, snowboarder but his parents are Jehovah Witnesses. He likes odd ball girls and his last girlfriend was a Goth bisexual. He lives by George Webs and is a frequent there. He is infatuated with Bijork (so I just went out and purchased both her albums) and for the past four years he has gone snowboarding on Christmas. I want to see if I can get him to go to my aunt's, probably not, but worth a shot. He makes it fun to go to work. I am totally aware that I am making WAY more out of him then he deserves but it keeps my mind occupied. Gotta go, bye!

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