Once Upon a Time…

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I told myself I would never blog about something incredibly stupid and/or realistic.
That would mean I wouldn’t blog about boys. But…here it comes, the epitome of
every teenage girl’s high school life… TheA. Boy. So he’s kinda driving me crazy…
and we talk, we walk together, we’re in two of the same classes and he’s ALWAYS in
my head. But the thing is…whenever I start talking to him, I either say the stupidest
things ever, or I act retarded because I kinda wanna impress him. And I don’t like
straightening my hair because it kills it but lately I’ve been doing that as well, just
so he might like it! I mean I know I practically don’t stand a chance but sometimes
he seems interested and other times he doesn’t. See, he’s driving me absoloutely
insane. I wanted to ask him to go to Center Stage with me [a dance work] but I
couldn’t get up the nerves and when I thought about asking him I just bolted out of
the classroom and left him behind before I could do anything. Center Stage is tomorrow
and I didn’t ask him and now I’m going to regret it all night. And it’s not like he’s one of
those “OMG-To-Die-For!!! HOTTIE!” naw…he’s funny and he likes shakespeare and he
enjoys reading romantic novels - WTF?! But anyways, since Wednesday I’ve been planning
to ask him to go to Center Stage with me, always rehearsing what I would say to him.
And when the time comes I don’t ask. Wow this is a long blog entry. He doesn’t give me
butterflies [kinda not really] and he’s not hot, sexy, beautiful or anything. He’s kinda cute,
specially when he laughs…and…it KILLS me that I say the stupidest things around him! So
I straightened my hair and now tomorrow I have to pick something cute to wear. The
problem is…I don’t own “cute” stuff I wouldn’t say I’m exactly a “cute” girl. Anyways, my feet
smell like nacho’s [@.@] from excessive flat-wear and not to mention I have to pee.
Maybe I’ll ask him, I probably won’t, and I’ll be depressed about it for the entire year cuz
school is almost over and this is pro’lly my last shot.