Honestly though, I hate my boyfriend’s friends! They’re like so…..ughh!! And he’s kinda weird/different when he’s around them. But like, I LOVE this kid, ya know?? So, I guess love doesn’t come without pain, lol. That sounds like a tacky…line or something. It’s bad, ’cause I’m such a pushover and I just take the crap that they dish out at me. It’s either like “slut” or “crackwhore,” they use that one a lot. And I guess I said something about me and my boyfriend having “hot sex in a car,” and I KNOW I never said or did that. It’s awful, and I don’t know what to do about it. Trust me, they’re a LOT worse than they sound.

Yeah, so I also just got fired from my job at the organic grocery store. It’s because I was eating the food. Cookies to be exact. I’m dumb.

Hm what else?  This GIANT HICKEY that I have on my neck!!!  I don’t think my mom’s seen it yet, and I reaaaally hope she hasn’t.  It’s kind of embarassing at school, and it’s in one of those places where it, like can’t be covered for anything, and concealer isn’t working.  Hickeys are icky.

That’s pretty much it for now. I’m working on getting my domain up, soooo wait a while? Thanks for all your patience!

And DEFINATELY a photo dump next time.

Uh, as far as my personal life goes,  it’s great.  I’m doing okay without Claire, but it’s kind of depressing at school   But Ben’s always there, so it’s all good.  Yeah, that’s it.

I gotta go, but I’ll add onto this later!

Is it possible to love someone after knowing them for two weeks?  Like, JUST two weeks?  I feel like know him so well, and I’m really sure of myself.  I just don’t want to do something that I’d regret later, or, like he’s not the person I thought he was.  I’m almost positive that’s not the case, and that’s that…but there’s still a little part of me that’s saying “stop!  it’s too fast, stay where you are!”

Well, I was goign to do a photo dump, and I might later, but I still need to edit many of them, so that will have to wait until later.  Thanks for the comments on my other blog!

Hm..what else? Right, so the homecoming game was tonight. We lost, but that’s beside the point. I went to the game with my friend (well, he’s more than my friend..we’re going to homecoming together, and we kiss), Ben. I told him he’d have to explain everything to me, since I didn’t know what was going on. So we were at the game, and it was like forty-five minutes in, and we were like standing up. I was jumping around a little bit, and the girl behind me kind of tripped a little, and I fell forward. Like, head on into the row bleachers in front of me. I was like SO shocked and suprised…and embarassed. At first, I tried to like play it cool, like it didn’t hurt or anything, but it hurt SO bad! Like, it felt like my head was pulsing..it was awful. So like fifteen minutes of blissful pain went by and I was like yelling and cheering an talking, like I felt okay. But suddenly I like couldn’t take it anymore and I told Ben I’d be in “outside” (lol, that was funny…i was SO out of it!). I like ran up the stairs and kinda tripped a few times, and like RAN to his car! We spent the rest of the night just sitting in the front seats of the car, talking, and me holding ice to my head. It was so awkward and perfect and embarassing all at the same time. If that’s possible.

Uhh…and the homecoming dance is tomorrow. Seriously, like ALL the homecoming is, is GRINDING! Eeek…I’m kinda nervous. I know I can dance, it’s just like..weird. Ah well, I’ll post more tomorrow.

Delilah