I've got to say, there are a lot of guys in my life that I love. Yes, I've previously gone out with them, I'm going out with them, we've hooked up, you get it, right? Just in case you can't keep up with the flow of guys, here are a few that will be commonly mentioned:
Spencer - the most tech-savvy kid in the world. Spencer and I share huge things in common; writing, science, blogging, and web designing. We're obsessed with this stuff. We give each other tips, and we may even be doing a book together (yay!). Other than that, Spencer is a blond, brown eyed cute kid, with a serious expression and a convincing way.
William - the cool, nice guy. Super athletic. Okay, not really, he only beat me in the mile by five seconds. Literally. I got 7:42 and he got 7:37. We're a lot alike. We're tech-savvy, nice, bitchy sometimes, love sports, you get it. I talk to William frequently. Yes, we're soul mates. But we do fight a hella a lot.
Robert - an outgoing, fun kid. Fun to talk to, fun to hang around.
Later, a Brad maybe discussed. But as for now I want to go on Facebook.
Monday, July 14, 2008
SO Much Going On
"Why I wonder, am I always in love?" singer Jeff Tweedy sings on his song, "Always In Love" (hence the name). Well, Jeff, I wonder the exact same thing.
Why is it that almost every new guy I meet (that is hot of course!) I fall in love with? It seems weird. I just can't stop falling in love!
Not too long ago, my eyes locked with a guy. It was at my mom's place, in Troy (not junkie), in the condo parking lot, and I was really bored. Everyone had gone and chased after a kid named Eddy, and finally, my cousin Preston was last to leave. FINALLY. We were alone.
I looked at Robert in the eyes. Was this worth it? I sighed, not physically, but emotionally. Our eyes locked in sync, then we leaned in. Lips meeting, they felt wet. Euphoria spread throughout my body, and my mind kept asking me, "Is this really happening?". I didn't know for sure.
And why is it that my love for William quickly ended? Why did it happen? What happened? Why did he all of the sudden fall for Emily, and why did Emily fall in love with him? I'm confused.
Things in my life are rising, making me feel I'm living the high life, but then again it crashes. There's so much going on, life's a party (I'm RICH, BABY). I just can't seem to figure out why I was so emo and depressed before... It's like I got drugged or something.
And I hate when a guy you like, who you were friends with just the day before, suddenly doesn't want to see you or be your friend? And what about his bitchy sister? Why won't she let you talk to him on the phone? The answer may never be questioned (yeah, I wrote that correctly).
I'm tired of guys leaving me stranded and wanted. I'm tired of not hearing from Brad Fraser. I'm tired of the combination of William Gardner and Emily Howard. I'm tired of Robert not talking to me now. I'm tired of Spencer Tweedy being at camp, even though he went today. GUYS!! Work this out with me, please.
Just before going to camp, Spencer Tweedy (one of the many Spencers, huh?) and I started to fight. It all started with a stupid Myspace message. Since I couldn't get my book finished, I asked him if he wanted to do a partnership on it. That must have triggered it. He told me he wouldn't be mad if I sent him something on Facebook. So I did. I made a huge mistake about the topic, though.
"Why are you so annoyed by Myspace?" I asked. He replied that he didn't "effing" like Myspace. That was the last of it. Now I have to wait until next month for him to reply back. Tisk, tisk, tisk.
Guys. I guess they're just not my story. Whatever. I have a charming way... Hmmm, it always convinces.
And as for now, I have to work something out with Evan Shantz. Oy.
Why is it that almost every new guy I meet (that is hot of course!) I fall in love with? It seems weird. I just can't stop falling in love!
Not too long ago, my eyes locked with a guy. It was at my mom's place, in Troy (not junkie), in the condo parking lot, and I was really bored. Everyone had gone and chased after a kid named Eddy, and finally, my cousin Preston was last to leave. FINALLY. We were alone.
I looked at Robert in the eyes. Was this worth it? I sighed, not physically, but emotionally. Our eyes locked in sync, then we leaned in. Lips meeting, they felt wet. Euphoria spread throughout my body, and my mind kept asking me, "Is this really happening?". I didn't know for sure.
And why is it that my love for William quickly ended? Why did it happen? What happened? Why did he all of the sudden fall for Emily, and why did Emily fall in love with him? I'm confused.
Things in my life are rising, making me feel I'm living the high life, but then again it crashes. There's so much going on, life's a party (I'm RICH, BABY). I just can't seem to figure out why I was so emo and depressed before... It's like I got drugged or something.
And I hate when a guy you like, who you were friends with just the day before, suddenly doesn't want to see you or be your friend? And what about his bitchy sister? Why won't she let you talk to him on the phone? The answer may never be questioned (yeah, I wrote that correctly).
I'm tired of guys leaving me stranded and wanted. I'm tired of not hearing from Brad Fraser. I'm tired of the combination of William Gardner and Emily Howard. I'm tired of Robert not talking to me now. I'm tired of Spencer Tweedy being at camp, even though he went today. GUYS!! Work this out with me, please.
Just before going to camp, Spencer Tweedy (one of the many Spencers, huh?) and I started to fight. It all started with a stupid Myspace message. Since I couldn't get my book finished, I asked him if he wanted to do a partnership on it. That must have triggered it. He told me he wouldn't be mad if I sent him something on Facebook. So I did. I made a huge mistake about the topic, though.
"Why are you so annoyed by Myspace?" I asked. He replied that he didn't "effing" like Myspace. That was the last of it. Now I have to wait until next month for him to reply back. Tisk, tisk, tisk.
Guys. I guess they're just not my story. Whatever. I have a charming way... Hmmm, it always convinces.
And as for now, I have to work something out with Evan Shantz. Oy.
Tucker on the Bleachers
It was our school's stupid spirit week. I was stuck sitting next to Joey Cucco. He was my friend, but boy, hella annoying. I sighed desperately. Then, 6A walked up. That meant Tucker.
"Tucker!" I called, catching his attention. His shimmering blue eyes looked back, and he started walking up toward me. Immediately, we began talking like CRAZY.
"This is so boring. Why do we even do this?" I complained, sweating. Then, I wondered. Why was Tucker wearing a sweatshirt? Some questions never get answered.
"Yeah, seriously. Nothing here is interesting," he replied back. We started off talking. Nonstop, too. Mrs. Hendricson even glared at us. That wasn't even normal.
After a couple of hours of sitting in pure boredom and talking to Tucker, it was finally the end of the day. The bell rang, and the entire school stormed to get their backpacks. "I want out!" I thought.
I lost Tucker in the huge crowd of angry 8th graders trying to get to their lockers through the storm of students. I grabbed my stuff, swung my backpack over my shoulder, and headed for the bus.
Just about to board, Tucker came up to me. He asked a question I never expected from him...
"Will you go out with me?" he asked. What?! I thought. This couldn't be happening...
"Of course..." I said slowly. He smiled, white teeth shimmering at me. His blue eyes looked so innocent.
"Well, see you at Fun Night," he told me, smiling once more, then running for it. I watched him take off, and knew he so deserved his 6:16 on the mile. Then I thought to myself, "Why always the athletes?".
I stared at Tucker, watching him run faster and faster, further away at every step. I was lost in a daze. My first boyfriend of the year!
"You getting on miss?" my bus driver snapped.
"'Course. 'Course I am," I told her.
I boarded the bus, staring out the window in my daze.
"Tucker!" I called, catching his attention. His shimmering blue eyes looked back, and he started walking up toward me. Immediately, we began talking like CRAZY.
"This is so boring. Why do we even do this?" I complained, sweating. Then, I wondered. Why was Tucker wearing a sweatshirt? Some questions never get answered.
"Yeah, seriously. Nothing here is interesting," he replied back. We started off talking. Nonstop, too. Mrs. Hendricson even glared at us. That wasn't even normal.
After a couple of hours of sitting in pure boredom and talking to Tucker, it was finally the end of the day. The bell rang, and the entire school stormed to get their backpacks. "I want out!" I thought.
I lost Tucker in the huge crowd of angry 8th graders trying to get to their lockers through the storm of students. I grabbed my stuff, swung my backpack over my shoulder, and headed for the bus.
Just about to board, Tucker came up to me. He asked a question I never expected from him...
"Will you go out with me?" he asked. What?! I thought. This couldn't be happening...
"Of course..." I said slowly. He smiled, white teeth shimmering at me. His blue eyes looked so innocent.
"Well, see you at Fun Night," he told me, smiling once more, then running for it. I watched him take off, and knew he so deserved his 6:16 on the mile. Then I thought to myself, "Why always the athletes?".
I stared at Tucker, watching him run faster and faster, further away at every step. I was lost in a daze. My first boyfriend of the year!
"You getting on miss?" my bus driver snapped.
"'Course. 'Course I am," I told her.
I boarded the bus, staring out the window in my daze.
William - time is over
William. The biggest matter in my love life. For months, I posed a huge crush on him. I asked him out, discovered, the now lie revealed, and he said no. We became really good friends that day, and we even made plans to hook up, even though my busy schedule didn't allow that to happen. So even when he couldn't have a girlfriend, which he now can, we were BEST friends.
Spending time with William was always a blast. "Fun Nights", which were our school dances, were always a blast with William. We'd drink a whole lot of Sunkist, and just sit and relax and watch people play basketball. After slurping down a whole bunch, finally finishing it, we'd race into the gym and verse each other, if we could get a ball. If we couldn't? We stole the ball from someone else. And lastly, we'd top the night with a slow dance.
On the weekends, we'd do a lot of IMings and calls; that always made the both of us feel we were together. I'd email him a lot, and I'd get pretty long responses, too. We were having the times of our lives. It couldn't go bad, could it?
Well, unfortunately, EVERY good thing doesn't last. Our great friendship, and at one time relationship, had finally stopped. It was all because of one girl, Emily Howard.
My dad told me to go to sleep. Listening for the footsteps to get quieter, and finally getting the reassurance of the door closing, I subtly crept up to the computer to go on Facebook and see if he was online. I checked my online friends. Just Emily and Katelyn Gitzen. So I wrote a few notes, searched for "Pieces of Flair", and then finally was about to go to bed, when I heard the new chat message "pop".
"Hey, Cassidy, it's Emily," Emily wrote, but in a lot more informal way. I took a deep breath. Come on! I wanted to go to bed.
"Hiiiiiiiiii," I tiredly responded back. What did she want? Was she going to waste my time? Or talk about something serious.
"So, I was just talking to Evan. You went out with William? I didn't know that!" Emily said. What? Emily was one of the first people I had shared with about the news of William and I.
"Emily, I told you already! Yes! He's my bf and we're going out," I sighed. Why didn't I just go offline? No, I was going to handle this.
"NO? William's MY boyfriend," I told her, then signed off. What was William doing?
The next day, I called William up. Turns out she was an old crush and she asked her out, so she said yes.
William, if you ever read this, you are a bastard.
Spending time with William was always a blast. "Fun Nights", which were our school dances, were always a blast with William. We'd drink a whole lot of Sunkist, and just sit and relax and watch people play basketball. After slurping down a whole bunch, finally finishing it, we'd race into the gym and verse each other, if we could get a ball. If we couldn't? We stole the ball from someone else. And lastly, we'd top the night with a slow dance.
On the weekends, we'd do a lot of IMings and calls; that always made the both of us feel we were together. I'd email him a lot, and I'd get pretty long responses, too. We were having the times of our lives. It couldn't go bad, could it?
Well, unfortunately, EVERY good thing doesn't last. Our great friendship, and at one time relationship, had finally stopped. It was all because of one girl, Emily Howard.
My dad told me to go to sleep. Listening for the footsteps to get quieter, and finally getting the reassurance of the door closing, I subtly crept up to the computer to go on Facebook and see if he was online. I checked my online friends. Just Emily and Katelyn Gitzen. So I wrote a few notes, searched for "Pieces of Flair", and then finally was about to go to bed, when I heard the new chat message "pop".
"Hey, Cassidy, it's Emily," Emily wrote, but in a lot more informal way. I took a deep breath. Come on! I wanted to go to bed.
"Hiiiiiiiiii," I tiredly responded back. What did she want? Was she going to waste my time? Or talk about something serious.
"So, I was just talking to Evan. You went out with William? I didn't know that!" Emily said. What? Emily was one of the first people I had shared with about the news of William and I.
"Emily, I told you already! Yes! He's my bf and we're going out," I sighed. Why didn't I just go offline? No, I was going to handle this.
"NO? William's MY boyfriend," I told her, then signed off. What was William doing?
The next day, I called William up. Turns out she was an old crush and she asked her out, so she said yes.
William, if you ever read this, you are a bastard.
First Kiss
My first love story:
"Let's go, now," I told Robert as my cousin Preston left us in the condo parking lot alone. Everyone had gone to chase after Eddy, so Robert and I finally had a chance. We'd just gotten, well, not together, but we'd admitted we'd liked each other. Okay, I didn't really like Robert that much, but he was the coolest guy there, and definitely worth hooking up with.
"Okay," he replied back, looking into my eyes. His glimpse caught mine, and we leaned in together, my lips feeling wet and definitely emotional. My thoughts went completely blank. Euphoria raced throughout my body, but our kissing was at last cut off after a minute.
"THEY'RE KISSING!" my cousin Preston called, getting everyone's attention. Thankfully, my great way of lying and convincing got me out of it, even though I don't care about my reputation around my mom's place. I belong with my dad.
The night ended with scared little Robert dashing off to his house to hide. Boys. They can be SO immature.
"Let's go, now," I told Robert as my cousin Preston left us in the condo parking lot alone. Everyone had gone to chase after Eddy, so Robert and I finally had a chance. We'd just gotten, well, not together, but we'd admitted we'd liked each other. Okay, I didn't really like Robert that much, but he was the coolest guy there, and definitely worth hooking up with.
"Okay," he replied back, looking into my eyes. His glimpse caught mine, and we leaned in together, my lips feeling wet and definitely emotional. My thoughts went completely blank. Euphoria raced throughout my body, but our kissing was at last cut off after a minute.
"THEY'RE KISSING!" my cousin Preston called, getting everyone's attention. Thankfully, my great way of lying and convincing got me out of it, even though I don't care about my reputation around my mom's place. I belong with my dad.
The night ended with scared little Robert dashing off to his house to hide. Boys. They can be SO immature.
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