You got me to listen to classic rock, and enjoy it.
You played Halo with me, even though I'm terrible.
You tell me I'm beautiful, and get me to believe you.
You make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world.
You're insainly smart, and sweet, and caring, and even though you aren't perfect you're pretty damn close.
You've held me when I've cried, and made me laugh countless times.
You can make my heart skip a beat when you send me an IM.
When I'm with you I never want to leave, and when I'm not all I want to do is be there.
We've chatted online for seven hours straight, and didn't run out of things to talk about.
It's been less that two months, but it feels like it's been forever. But also like no time as passed at all.
I can talk to you about anything, and everything, and nothing.
You get me to smile when I feel down.
You make me feel so attractive and loved.
Did I mention that you're really modest too? :P
Is it really any wonder why I fell in love with you?
Friday, January 21, 2011
Saturday, January 15, 2011
The Past week has been complicated
Let's see.
Well, on Tuesday, I got called down to the vice principle's office because of vandalism.
Wensday, I had an interesting therepy session, and a very bad fight with my mom.
Thursday I went to the GSA after school, and after that had a meeting with my mom, stepdad, guidance concelor, and vice principle.
Friday, the major science paper was due, and so was the lit paper, and then went to my dad's for the weekend.
Pretty interesting week eh?
Well, for the "vandalism" I got a two day suspension and a Saturday school.
I dislike that they call it "vandalism". When people hear the word "vandalism" they think of spray paint and profanity. What I did was write inspirational messages on the wall. And it came off. Things like "You're beautiful", "There's always hope", and "Never give up".
That vice principle is an asshole.
On Thursday, when the adults were there, my mom said "We were concerned about a possible expulsion" and he said "There was never anything like that" to which I replyed "Your exact words were 'If you don't say who else did this, then your education here at Okemos may be in joepordy is someone else comes forward and says that they did this with you". His responce? "I meant it as in a long term suspecsion, which could technically be jepordizing keeping up with schoolwork here at Okemos". And when my mom asked me "Did you apologize about doing this?" I said "No. Last time I left here I was crying and still denying who else did it". He said "I didn't mean to make you upset." Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I misinterperted you yelling "I don't believe you!! Tell me who else did this or you might not come back here!!" as something else.
Because that's what he was most upset about.
Someone else did it, and he thinks I know who did it.
Honestly, I'm not going to sell out my friends to save my own skin. I've taken the blame for things that weren't even my fault, so I'm not going to rat out people for things that actually ARE my fault. If that's the kind of people they want to go to Okemos, then I wouldn't want to go here anyway.
I hate their attempts to make this better, like how their suggestions that I "Join a club or do something the school allows so that you can channel this more positivly because not the idea but the actions were what's wrong!" are pure bullshit. The only reason that this made any difference is because it wasn't allowed and it didn't need permission and it was compleatly anonomus and against the rules.
It wouldn't mean anything if it was in a club where lots of happy pretty boys and girls handed out wristbands saying "Make a difference".
People say that inside, the popular boys and girls are just as insecure as you are.
They didn't seem that insecure when kicking me and hitting me and calling my a dkye and a ho and saying I was fat and ugly.
Well, I have to go now. Bye.
Oh, btw, 3 people liked milk chocolate the best, and 4 liked dark. No one liked white :). I hate white chocolate, and love dark, so I'm glad my readers have the same opinions that I do.
Well, on Tuesday, I got called down to the vice principle's office because of vandalism.
Wensday, I had an interesting therepy session, and a very bad fight with my mom.
Thursday I went to the GSA after school, and after that had a meeting with my mom, stepdad, guidance concelor, and vice principle.
Friday, the major science paper was due, and so was the lit paper, and then went to my dad's for the weekend.
Pretty interesting week eh?
Well, for the "vandalism" I got a two day suspension and a Saturday school.
I dislike that they call it "vandalism". When people hear the word "vandalism" they think of spray paint and profanity. What I did was write inspirational messages on the wall. And it came off. Things like "You're beautiful", "There's always hope", and "Never give up".
That vice principle is an asshole.
On Thursday, when the adults were there, my mom said "We were concerned about a possible expulsion" and he said "There was never anything like that" to which I replyed "Your exact words were 'If you don't say who else did this, then your education here at Okemos may be in joepordy is someone else comes forward and says that they did this with you". His responce? "I meant it as in a long term suspecsion, which could technically be jepordizing keeping up with schoolwork here at Okemos". And when my mom asked me "Did you apologize about doing this?" I said "No. Last time I left here I was crying and still denying who else did it". He said "I didn't mean to make you upset." Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I misinterperted you yelling "I don't believe you!! Tell me who else did this or you might not come back here!!" as something else.
Because that's what he was most upset about.
Someone else did it, and he thinks I know who did it.
Honestly, I'm not going to sell out my friends to save my own skin. I've taken the blame for things that weren't even my fault, so I'm not going to rat out people for things that actually ARE my fault. If that's the kind of people they want to go to Okemos, then I wouldn't want to go here anyway.
I hate their attempts to make this better, like how their suggestions that I "Join a club or do something the school allows so that you can channel this more positivly because not the idea but the actions were what's wrong!" are pure bullshit. The only reason that this made any difference is because it wasn't allowed and it didn't need permission and it was compleatly anonomus and against the rules.
It wouldn't mean anything if it was in a club where lots of happy pretty boys and girls handed out wristbands saying "Make a difference".
People say that inside, the popular boys and girls are just as insecure as you are.
They didn't seem that insecure when kicking me and hitting me and calling my a dkye and a ho and saying I was fat and ugly.
Well, I have to go now. Bye.
Oh, btw, 3 people liked milk chocolate the best, and 4 liked dark. No one liked white :). I hate white chocolate, and love dark, so I'm glad my readers have the same opinions that I do.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
The New Year
When I look back, I can't believe how much has changed. I've had so many firsts in 2010 (Happy now Lizzy? :P. It said 2011 before).
First boyfriend. First real date. First Final. First time I kissed a guy that goes to Okemos. First time at a topless beach. First time I went to NYC. First time I sang at Carnegie Hall. First time I fell asleep onstage at Carnegie Hall. First time I tried out for a play in highschool. First GSA meeting. There's been a couple other firsts, but they're a little too personal to say where my mom might be reading them if yah know what I mean.
It could have been a better year.
It could have been a worse year.
I'm wondering what 2011's gonna turn out to be like.
First boyfriend. First real date. First Final. First time I kissed a guy that goes to Okemos. First time at a topless beach. First time I went to NYC. First time I sang at Carnegie Hall. First time I fell asleep onstage at Carnegie Hall. First time I tried out for a play in highschool. First GSA meeting. There's been a couple other firsts, but they're a little too personal to say where my mom might be reading them if yah know what I mean.
It could have been a better year.
It could have been a worse year.
I'm wondering what 2011's gonna turn out to be like.
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