Girl meets Boy.

Imagine a party:

Girls and boys, just relaxing, talking, watching a movie, etc.

Boy sits on the floor.

Girl makes the decision to sit next to boy.

Girl and Boy hit it off instantly.

flash forward, almost a week later.

Boy and girl have been talking constantly everyday and they have total chemistry.

It is so obvious.

They both know it,

their friends know it,

it is known.

Girl realizes that not only do they have "chemistry", but she really, really likes boy.

A lot.

boy has amazing taste in music,

boy and girl can talk for ever and not run out of conversation.

Boy is not exactly "traditionally" cute,

but girl thinks he is TOTALLY adorable anyways

because of his amazing personality and epic coolness.

And the fact that boy plays bass doesn't hurt, either.

Girl reaally hopes this works out.

Because I really, really like him.

On Mormon boys:

Alright, so we all know that religion often affects a person's:

personality,

general demeanor

(attractiveness?).

Well, most of the time. Kind of.

So maybe it's not actually based on any facts, research or data of any kind, but I mean, have you ever noticed a correlation?

I personally am not religious, and find religions strange, unnecessary, and sometimes just plain. fucked. up.

However, I've noticed something weird..

The mormon boys?

For some reason, they seem to be damn adorable!

Both my friend, Alex and I have found a boy who we TOTALLY like.

Like, I mean,

LIKE LIKE LIKE.

Both are the sweetest kids ever, really funny, REAALLY cute,

and just completely amazing people that share our interests (but very few of the same views),

and.

are.

MORMON.

Whoah, right?

what is with these mormon boys?

They are wayy too cute!

Okay, okay, so maybe it's just a coincidence. But I mean, what are the chances that all of the mormon boys I know (okay, not all.. But a lot, okay!) are SUPER sweet and nice and cute.

And when I say sweet, I mean you just can't help but like them.

Even if you don't like them like a boyfriend or whatever, you just can't hate these kids.

I mean, these guys are just too adorably nice to you that you just have to be nice to them back.

And if you don't, you're a horrible person. Because why should you be mean to, or dislike someone who does nothing but say nice things to you? You shouldn't!

Which is how I've managed to fall for the sweetest boy I've ever met.

He's in speech and debate with me, and is in the musical. He's cute, funny, and once again, sweet as sugar.

And he's mormon.

The Difference between Cute and Attractive

yeah, just dyed my hair..

it was supposed to be blonde, BUT
it didn't turn out blonde.
so it's basically the same except for no dark roots now, slightly lighter than before, and not disgustingly streaky. ha.

so whatever. I'm not happy with it, but I'm not unhappy with it. it's hair. I want purple hair. but I don't want to dye it purple, because it sucks ass to clean up afterwards and it doesn't really last long enough to be worth it (it stains the whole damn tub purple, and the dye doesn't get completely rinsed out of my hair for like a week afterwards. and then it fades in less than two months. )

the only thing I actually like about my hair right now is the bangs. but hey who really cares.
I don't .
definitely not.

anyways, that wasn't supposed to be the bulk of this entryy...
mainly, I just wanted to express my overwhelming enthusiasm for what is to come:
MONDAY: San Diego. fuck. yes. it's about time.
NEXT NEXT WEEKEND: Sand Dunes. with Alex. it shall be epic.
NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT week (or something): Kansas. eh mm. it's pretty. and I'll see my grandy parents.
NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT
something week..
day
of the year
School starts. whoopee. summer will be over and life will have to be stressful again.
The upsides (yes there is an S. I love it.):
Speech will begin again.
Theater will begin again.
I will no longer be a stupid ass freshman.
I will instead be a stupid ass sophomore.
I will (maybe? hopefully..) have a boy by then. If not, well, I don't know. Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn. I'm 15, I won't be needing boys for another... 1346343 bajillion years. ha. just kidding. a boy would be really nice now. but not necessary. maybe. hmm.

okay wow I'm really starting to ramble now.
time to shut up.
okay.
thanks for listening (maybe?) or reading. whatevs. peace.
homes.(can you tell I'm not done yet?) I don't think I'm done.. I am kind of dreading ending this.
because when I do it means I'll have nothing to do... it's only 9:18. that's sad. I should be doing something. It's fuckin friday night! wow! what the hell! I should get a life! oh well, I guess I have an excuse, since I'm tired as a mother puma who just gave birth in somebody's mouth/throat/etc... (yeah to understand that one, go HERE: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cScB5FuQCIk) and I have to wake up early tomorrow to finish packing for Cali, and then pack to go to my dad's house. I need to be done with that shit by 9. yeh.
whine.
bitch.
piss.
moan.
woe is me.
I'm done.
Did you know I am going to buy a shirt that says "Pi" (like the mathematical symbol) MP?
I didn't either. weelllll actually I did. But now it's official. I haven't found one yet, but believe me, I WILL. if I don't I'll fuckin make one!

wow this is getting long..
I wonder if there is anybody left reading this?maybe I should cut it off now.. fuck.
okay.
I'll just go do something actually productive. maybe.
or maybe I'll just give up on my diet and eat some ice cream.
SHIT! don't think like that.
I WON'T QUIT I WON'T QUIT I WON'T QUIT I WON'T QUIT I WON'T QUIT I WON'T QUIT I WON'T QUIT.
okay. I'm done now. I'm not quitting (my diet) and I'm not continuing (this).Goodbye.(For now.)