Hey, Hungary!
Okay, so I've got a joke for you this week: what do you call a lot of high school drama that's all really one-sided and it's just your friends making everything complicated? Oh, wait. Not a joke. It's my life.
Remember there was that one time with that one boy and the Monya and Jackie Chan were bugging him about taking me out? Well he hasn't asked yet and they're now bugging me because I'm in love with a "jerk". But I'm like so what if it's been two weeks? He says he's too busy (which is true since he's got an internship and finals week and he's been sick).
Okay, so "busy". Even though I believe that he is busy, it feels like avoidance. Which is actually fine with me because you know how I am in social situations, and I've started overthinking again and now I'm like "NEVER talk to people ever again!" and going into full introvert mode. And it's not like I'm in love with him. I like him; he's attractive and nice, but it's not like we're gonna get married, so I don't really care that much that he's busy.
But I still wanted to be friends, though. And I finally got up the courage to write my phone number in his yearbook...except for he skipped out on yearbook day so I didn't even see him. Lame. And then again it was actually a good thing I didn't give him my number because shortly after yearbook day my phone had a brain spasm and is now quite dead.
And now it is summer.
Beautiful summer where I don't have to talk to boys and don't have to care about school and drama, which I didn't even know was a thing a little over a month ago. And so I am left in a blissful ignorance.
Sorry this was a short (and somewhat ridiculous) post; I'll write more later when my life is interesting again. But, hey, thanks for listening (or reading or whatever).
Love America
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