Disclaimer (or whatever its called)

This blog will not name anyone by first and last name. If anyone is named at all it will be by first name only, and it might not even be their real name. This is to prevent multiple people from being pissed at me. ^^;
Thank you for your understanding.
-Tuxeh

Monday, January 23, 2012

Happy~

Boyfriend kissed me~
I'm happy~

So, Saturday me an' Boyfriend went on a date. At a shooting range. Bast. Day. Ever.
Seriously, NOTHING can top shooting an AK 47 with the guy you love. Then we went around some random stores, which was pretty fun. Saw some cool stuff and didn't spend a dime. Went for Mexican for supper. AWESOME food, and a really great singer. :) After that the day was done, so sadly they drove me home. When we reached my house I got out of the van and Boyfriend followed me out. We hugged, as per usual, talked about how the day went by too quickly, as per usual. Then he bent down and kissed me.
Total. Shocker.
I was speechless for a couple seconds there.
First kiss at 16 years of age.

But then we bid each other goodbye and I walked up to my house. I was so happy. Like, high off happy. I think I still am. XD

The only thing dampening my happy are the exams coming up that I'm sure I'll flunk. But they don't matter in the long run of happiness.
And right now happiness is the only thing I care about~
Happiness and Boyfriend~

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Look! Another complaint!

Okay, so I'm pretty sure this blog is just gonna be complaint after complaint about my seemingly perfect life and everything that's wrong about it.
But you know, some people like that. I'm sure.
Blarg.

Anyways, complaint 1: Dad

WHY do you have to be so fucking uptight about my grades? I'm SURE that I HAVE mentioned how much I care. I already have everything I want to get into my choice college. I don't NEED to get a 98 in Leadership. Seriously. And coming into my room every 5 minutes to ask if I'm done my project? Come on, Dad. Of COURSE I'm not done. YES, I've been working on it all day. But I'm in HIGH SCHOOL and this project is BORING. I'm not gonna be racing through it. And narrowing down all the info? Fun. Explaining how George Washington was a leader. How WASN'T he a leader? He was a freaking leader from day ONE! Ten minute presentation and a paper. Harder than it looks. Why is that SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND!?

Complaint 2: Friends

Hey guys. What's up? Oh, another problem? Your dad won't buy you Starbucks today? Major sadface. Oh, hello other friend. What's this? Your dog just died? Here, lemme give you a hug. And hello to you as well, friend #3. Your boyfriend who right now is in another country just called you over the phone to break up with you? I'm sorry. Let's go buy ice-cream and watch movies with explosions. And, oh look! Its the fourth friend. Your mom has cancer again? I'm really sorry to hear that. But she made it through once, she can do it again. And please don't kill yourself, friend five. You're my best friend ever and it would make me and all of our other friends sad. Even friend six who moved to B.C. and only calls once every three months, who got a boyfriend before I did despite being completely crazy and untouchable. Now, internet friend 7, PLEASE either stop with all the ellipsis's or tell me what's wrong.
Yeah, I'm a bit bitter to all of you. And to a bunch of friends I didn't mention.
Why do you have to come to ME with your problems and emotional breakdowns? Yes, I love making you smile. Yes, I like knowing what's going on. But don't expect me to know how to deal with your problems. I'm not that amazing. Really. I can't empathize with most of you, and the ones I DO empathize with don't follow any of my advice. Really. You ASKED for that advice. So FOLLOW IT or STOP ASKING.

Complaint 3: Boyfriend

Yes, we all knew I'd get to this eventually.
Boyfriend, I love you. With all of my heart. But why haven't you been calling recently? And why'd you break our date? And why don't you answer me on facebook? And why don't you reply to any of my texts?
I'm a bit worried, Boyfriend. Yes, I know there is a HIGH chance that I'm overreacting. Imma say an 89% chance. Probably higher. But there is always that SLIM chance that something is wrong and you're not telling me what it is. Why? Or, if that slim chance is really nonexistent, why don't you seem to want to talk to me? You're scaring me a bit, Boyfriend. And although I love and trust you with my entire being, I'd like to know what's up.