Scott; I didn't know you read my blogs.
The best audience I ever had made not a single sound at the end of my performance."
So, this blog should be sufficiently awkward considering I haven't wrote one in about FOREVER.
The reason being - well, once again, I don't have one.
I am just really lazy and my time is being consumed into watching mindless Youtube videos and drinking infinite amounts of coffee.
But, I digress.
There still isn't really much to talk about. I am selling my electric guitar though (Thanks to the lovely help of Theresa) and getting an acoustic. I just always thought it sounded better and it was easier to play, but I may be wrong.
On my quest for reinventing myself I have found one thing that I lack - willpower. Though I am trying hard I still seem to lack the motivation I need at times. The main thing I'm focusing on at this point is too push myself a little bit farther. Sometimes I will be running and "He's Going the Distance" by Cake will blast through my headphones and clear out all of my thoughts. It is then, and only then, when a small smile plays on my lips and I feel like I am truly doing this to better myself, and to show everyone that I am smashing my own rear view mirror.
Or, then again, this could all turn into a complete disaster and nothing could change.
I'm hoping it's not the later.
Moving On.
I'M GOING CAMPING! Okay, I just put it in caps lock so maybe I can feel more excited than I really am. But, the thing I am most looking forward to may be that there will be no electricity.
That's right. NO ELECTRICITY. For a week.
I'm kind of excited to be quite honest.
OH JEEZE! I forgot two major things to tell you about.
1) I got a job as a DJ for Private Parties and at the Concession Stand on Friday nights at Munford Park and Rec.
2) I got my drivers license.
Yeah, well those two are pretty much self explanatory as to just how excited I am, so I won't go into detail or brag and whatnot.
And that's all folks.
ACT scores came out today!
DRUM ROLL PLEASE!
I received a 34 in English!
A 34 in Reading!
A 26 in Mathematics!
And a 25 in Science!
As a result, my composite score is 30!
Applause please!
Wow.
I'm happy with that.
In other news, I have a case of swimmers ear, so my hearing is muffled and my head hurts something bad.
I have mucus leaking down the back of my throat, so I've been hacking all night and day.
And my mom just squeezed alcohol wipes into my ears, so I'm temporarily deaf.
But I don't think I've ever been happier.
Last night I talked to Tommy for a LONG time.
I don't mean it was actually a conversation; it was more like I was talking on and on and on and he just listened.
See, when I'm getting better after feeling like complete crap, I get hyperactive and giggly and excited and just weird.
I laugh at every little thing, I talk on and on, stopping to laugh at my own terrible, terrible jokes, and just generally freak out anyone in the vicinity.
So you have to understand that it really was amazing that Tommy didn't hang up on me. I would laugh at every little thing he said and, eventually, I got started on listing reasons why I loved him so much, discussing each in great detail.
GREAT detail. I probably talked for almost 2 hours straight which, with this sore throat and crack-voice, was really a feat for me. I got up to about number 9 before he went to bed, since he has work today. And even that was at about 1 in the morning.
And I just feel fantastic because I said everything that I've always wanted to say or that I've tried to say without him stopping me. I mean, I'm always honest with him, but I've withheld some things just because I thought that 'Oh, well, he wouldn't want to hear about how much I appreciate his honesty with me.' or 'I don't want to freak him out by saying that I love the way his nose looks.'
All those little things that I save for blogs, I said last night and I feel great because of it.
I just got off the phone with him. He always calls me before he slides into work.
As most of you should know by now, he works for the Tipton County dispatch office in Covington.
Y'know, 911 and all that.
And I feel so terrible for him because he gets so frustrated because he feels like he isn't doing enough there. Like he isn't getting it as quickly as he should, y'know? He's only been there, like, a month and half though! I seriously doubt they expect him to know everything within two months of getting the job.
He keeps getting irritated when he has to ask for help on a call because he doesn't know what information he needs to get. The only way I can think around that, besides studying like crazy, would be to put yourself in shoes of the person calling. If I had just been shot, what kind of information would I feel like I need to give to 911? And then just form questions around that.
I don't know though. I feel kind of useless myself when he calls me and rants. I listen to everything he says as carefully as I can, and try to contribute some sort of comfort, but I feel like I'm doing a really crap job of it. I wish I could be more than just there for him, but I guess that's really all I can do. We've been spending every weekend with each other, talking until God knows when at night, and it's been great. He says he's enjoying all the time we're spending together and I know that it's the highlight of MY week, for sure.
GAH! I miss him so much! It's not that he doesn't talk to me or see me enough, I just miss him like hell!
All I can do during the day is think about him! The more I look back on everything we've been through, the more excited I get about what the future holds for us!
I know, it's terrible.
It's, like, all I can talk about
:D
It's back to the days when Tommy and I first started going out, but better because we've been through so much already that we know what we're doing now. In fact, I feel like taking a trip down memory lane. Let me just jaunt over to my MySpace and grab an old blog.
This one is titled 'Hello, I've Missed You Quite Terribly' from 'Here in Your Arms' by Hellogoodbye.
June 17th, 2007
"GOD I love him.
Shuddup.
I KNOW that Tommy is pretty much all I talk about in my more recent blogs, but hey, he's the highlight of my life right now.
Any doubts that I had about him have melted away quicker than the ice cream I had at Dairy Queen yesterday.
Maman and Tommy can vouche that it melted VERY quickly.
(laughs)
So yea, I s'pose I'll talk about yesterday.
'Cause it was awesome.
I don't usually go on my parents geocaching trips, since I hate bushwacking, but mostly all we did was micros.
Micros = little itsy bitsy magnet demons attached to signs that only have a tiny slip of paper inside to sign,
We did one at Chicken George's cemetery that had little toys in it.
It was a pretty neat place.
I can't remember what we left in it, but Tommy took a little Gingy toy that was in there.
(laughs)
Now he won't leave it alone.
It's his little buddy. ^_^
And the minismiths have beat their record of twelve caches in one day!
Now the bar is set at 14!
Or fifteen. I don't remember.
^_^;;;
By the way, Fred-Ah-Rickets, did you know that the cache you suggested to me in my last blog, your Lionel Booth's Folly (I think that's what it was), is the second oldest geocache in the state of Tennessee?
That is the coolest.
We were going to go get it, but it was out of the way from where we were going.
But we WILL get it.
XD
Man. . ..
(laughs) I feel like such a girl saying this, but I just have to.
After we finished geocaching for the day, we headed back to our house and Tommy hung out for a little while. Had dinner with us. Mr. Dan, Mrs. Gloria, and Daniel from down the street came over to hang out.
So, my brother and Daniel were playing some Godzilla game on the PS2 and I was behind Tommy on the couch.
I started crying.
I don't think I've ever felt more like a female. (laughs)
A moment later, I realized what thought threw me over the edge.
I had been thinking about how nice it was that Tommy actually WANTED to be where he was right now.
He wasn't forced to be there.
It was his choice.
And then one thought. . .ONE thought just. . . .
It shattered me.
I don't know WHY it did, but it did.
"If I close my eyes, when I open them again to see, he'll still be there. He isn't going anywhere, anytime soon."
And I mean, I wasn't sobbing or anything crazy like that, but I WAS crying.
I was just so happy. . ..
I felt like everything was actually going well for once.
Like, FINALLY, I'm going in the direction I want to go in.
Plus, it's nice to prove all the girls that think Tommy is just after one thing/is just using me as a jealousy ploy wrong. ^_^
Because I know that I'm not the best girl in the world.
I know I'm not the prettiest, the smartest, the funniest, the skinniest.
I know.
But it just feels so good to know that someone is okay with me just the way I am.
Dammit, now I'm going to start crying again.
:' )
(schniffle)
I hate being so hormonal this time of the month."
I think I need a moment to myself.
Although almost every day at Six Apart is Take Your Dog to Work Day, Friday was extra special because it was the official Take Your Dog to Work Day! Plus, as lovers of blogs and animals, we think it's great that active blogger and Human Society's President and CEO, Wayne Pacelle, thinks having dogs around the office is a good reminder of "who we're working for."
We realize some people have it ruff and aren't lucky enough to be able to bring their dog to work, but hopefully these pictures taken at Six Apart last Friday will get your tails wagging... And let me tell you, it's harder than it looks to get all the doggies and their fetching owners in one picture.
Well, howdy everyone! My blogging has been kind of sporadic lately, so many apologies. My summer has been going well, what with the rare family outings and the weekends with my darling dearest Tommy Walker. I honestly don't know what to start talking about! I guess I can start with my trip to the Pink Palace with my parents and siblings.
It was this past Friday we went. It was actually pretty fun! We got passes for it, so we can go anytime we want and I REALLY want to go back, just to get some good photos. There are a LOT of cool things there! Like the shrunken head that they've got, and all the stuffed animals, and the exhibits about the Victorian era.
They even had a little box with a box of puppets where you could do your own puppet show! There were curtains and EVERYTHING! I DEFINITELY want to see if I can use our family passes on other people, so I can grab some friends and make our own show! I think the dragon was my most favorite puppet that they had.
And they have a big wall dedicated to evolution! I love that line that they use on it; "Living things have changed through time."
You have no idea how much I wanted to underline the 'have' part. I have a picture of myself with the wall, but it looks pretty crappy, so I'm going to have to get another.
OH! And they had the most AWESOME looking fireplace in the actual Pink Palace part! It was friggin' huge! And it had some REALLY awesome detail! I wanted to pose with it, but my dad was already irritated with me for taking a million and one MySpace photos with the dinosaurs. One of the pictures I got of the fireplace detail looks like two gay guys.
OH! And I think my most favorite part of it all was the stuffed POLA-BAYER
I think it's absolutely adorable, even with the big scary teefies!
My sister took the picture while I posed like the goof ball I am :D
All in all, it was a good trip, I think. I hope that I can go again sometime soon.
In other news, I can't decide what I want to talk about next. I think I'm going to talk about the dream I had last night, just because it was so weird.
So, yesterday, while I was drugged up on 800mg of Ibuprofen, a dose of Sudafed, and some Benadryl, my mom, my sister, and I all watch Tokyo Godfathers. Because I'm lazy, here's some information about it from the Wikipedia article:
"One Christmas eve, three homeless people – Gin, a gruff, middle-aged hobo, Hana, an okama [he's a homosexual ex drag queen], and Miyuki, a runaway girl – discover an abandoned newborn while searching in some trash for Hana's Christmas present for Miyuki. Deposited with the baby is a note asking the finder to take good care of the unnamed baby and a bag containing clues to the parent's identity. Using pictures of the baby's parents and a club's card found in the bag, the trio set out to find the baby's parents, even though Hana wants to keep the baby since it makes him feel like a mother."
The trio gets involved with the Yakuza (Japanese mafia) and it gets really weird. It's a REALLY good movie, and if you can catch it on Ovation or at Blockbuster, I HIGHLY recommend it. The animation is fantastic and the dialogue is hilarious. A very cute movie.
Well, last night I had just the weirdest dream ever.
I committed some kind of crime against the Japanese government and refused to recant my actions, whatever they were. At some point in a huge runaway scene, where cops were following me, trying to force me to surrender, I asked Tommy to help me escape and hide out while things cooled down, but he refused. He said that he was going to give me an hour's head start before he went to the authorities to help them catch me.
Then the dream skipped a head a few years. I was wearing a bunch of different clothes: a huge overcoat, a lot of bandannas, all really dark colors. I wasn't raggedy and gross like I was homeless, but I looked like I had been traveling a lot, and hiding in alleyways while sirens echoed through and scared away the feral cats, searching for anything valuable to trade with people.
I was walking through a huge city where everything was very clean and organized. A center for government business. I had a bag of little, plastic disposable cameras with me and I was trading them to tourists. A woman came up to me and traded a hair clip for one of them. I guess I had a business kind of thing going on. Well, I walked up to a big apartment building kind of thing and saw a small group of people clustered on one park bench. There were five or six people and they all looked like scene kids. Most of them were girls and they were hanging over one of the guys, but he didn't seem to notice them. I thought they were visitors to the city and started walking up to them, but I saw that one of them looked familiar and stopped in my tracks. I saw a little tower-thing where people could walk up and get a view above the street and ran up it to see the flock better.
As I was staring at the laughing, happy troupe of friends, one of the cameras fell from my bag and smashed into the street. One of the guys looked up at me and I realized that it was Tommy. He had a hat on, but I could still see that his hair was longer and blond now. Actually, it wasn't really blond. More like dirty-lace colored. It was cut to where he had that stupid emo-swoosh thing, but he still had that same thin frame and blue eyes, so I could recognize him.
In the dream, I just smirked at him while his jaw dropped. I started walking down, like I didn't care that I saw him even though my heart was beating out of my chest. He jumped up from the bench and ran towards me from across the street, almost getting hit by a car in the process. I just stood there and smiled as he screeched to a halt in front of me. It was so incredibly sweet, like something out a movie. The girls sitting at the bench were shocked that he had left them behind for some bohemian-girl and were yelling at him to come back when he scooped me up and started spinning me around. Then he shouted at them that 'This is that girl! This is her! This is my girl!'.
Then I woke up.
I think it would make a totally awesome anime or manga. Unfortunately, I can't draw. Or write. Whatever.
Oh well!
Speaking so much of Tommy, I have to talk more about him. Sorry to all of you who are sick of hearing it, but he's such an incredible guy that I just HAVE to talk about him. That man moves me to tears sometimes. Like Sunday for instance.
We were chillin' out on the couch while Spirited Away played in the background. We started making out when my mother informed me that the neighbors were going to come over and that their son, Daniel, who is absolutely in love with me and gets mad if he sees Tommy and I kissing, would be coming over too. I was irritated because that meant that Tommy and I would have to stop messin' around.
So we sat up and just started talking about us and, somehow, I started crying. I think it was because, recently, I've started worrying about Tommy 'settling' for me. Like, he got it into his head that he HAD to find someone to spend his life with, and, because he's tired of trying to find someone, he just stuck with me, y'know? And I got so upset thinking about that possibility and about how everything is going so perfectly that I'm bound to screw it up somehow that I started crying.
God, and he's so sweet. He just sat there with me, holding me, and telling me that I had to stop crying. We were nose to nose the entire time and Daniel kept walking over to see if we were kissing. And even though he's already said it to me a million times over, he reminded me that he wasn't going to go anywhere and that he loved me for me. Of course, that just made me cry more, but oh well. It was a really sweet, loving moment between us.
I am so glad that he found me.
He's my best friend in the entire world, and I hope that I'm the same to him.
I get so excited thinking about how I very well might be the last girlfriend he has FOREVER!
MWAHAHAHA!
I noticed something though.
A lot of his 'major' girlfriend's names have the same ending sound.
'Ashlee'
'Whitney'
'Brittany'
They all have that 'ee' sound.
My name doesn't end in an 'ee' sound! It ends with an 'er' sound!
I think that's a sign :)
Along with the fact that he's an air sign (Libra) and I'm a fire sign (Aries).
Fire feeds off of air.
He's an Earth Dragon and I'm a Water Monkey, according to Chinese astrology.
We've got all the elements covered!
He's earth and air.
I'm fire and water.
Gaaaawwwwdddd. . ..I already miss him!
He only has off on weekends, so that's when we see each other and it gets harder for me to go without him each week. It drives me absolutely INSANE! Seriously. I wish I had, like, a gateway between my bedroom and his bedroom so that I could visit him every night. Just curl up next to him and fall asleep. That would be so wickedly awesome.
I mean, seriously.
I would never complain about anything ever again.
He is so odd and goofy and strange and wonderful.
For instance, I just got off the phone with him.
He was taking a smoke break and we started talking about an article on Cyanide and Happiness (www.explosm.net) about a horrid movie called 'Revamped'. I brought up 'Snakes on a Plane' because I personally think it's a stupid movie. If I was trying to assassinate someone, I think using poison or even a knife or gun would be less costly and more untraceable than a box of FRIGGIN' SNAKES.
And I told him that all the drama would NEVER happen in real life because all they would have had to do was either A) Take the plane up in altitude to make it colder, have the people put on the mask-things, and then the snakes would stop moving since they can't move that much in the cold or B) Drop the plane to 15,000, open a door, and kick out the snakes that way.
But NOOOOOO, Tommy just HAD to insist that MY idea was RIDICULOUS and that it would be easier to trace poison than a BOX OF SNAKES.
Whatever.
He's full of crap.
And THEN he had the AUDACITY to tell me that I would never win an argument against him because I give up to easily. The HELL? Just because I drop an argument because you're finished smoking doesn't mean I'm giving up Walker! Doesn't mean a damn thing!
He knows I love him though <333
forever
For those of us in the northern hemisphere, today is the summer solstice. For ancient civilizations, this day was akin to our modern day New Year's Eve and was viewed as a time to reflect and renew. So why not kick off your summer celebration with a new theme?
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Or choose from one of these brand-new themes. (Available under "New.")
Gah! I can't sleep, so I changed the look of my blog and decided to make one real quick. My internet was shut off for ALL of yesterday (I only say yesterday because it's almost 3 a.m. right now) because I was playing too much on Facebook. TOTALLY gay, but whatever.
I had an orthodontist appointment today, which totally sucked and was awesome at the same time. I had to get a couple brackets (those square things on my teeth) popped off and readjusted. That means Dr. Weiss had to YANK the brackets off, the dental assistant had to grind the old paste from the brackets off my teeth, so they would be smooth again, and then they had to use these horrendous plastic pieces to keep my mouth open while they glued the new brackets on and let them dry. And let me tell you, that glue is DISGUSTING. It takes FOREVER to get that taste out! Not to mention having to deal with having my teeth polished with the force of an obese rhino.
Okay, it wasn't all THAT bad, but it still hurt. My front tooth is still sore from the trauma.
Luckily, though, I don't have to wear rubber bands for a little while! YAY!
Otherwise, the day has been pretty boring. I messed around in Photoshop a LOT, just screwing with photos and came up with some pretty neat things, like my new banner picture for this blog, along with some pictures that you can view on my Facebook of Tommy and one that's on my MySpace.
So today (yesterday) wasn't a total waste. Plus, I got to talk to the very handsome and wonderful Tommy Lee Walker! Man, I have to say, I love that man. I say that like I don't say it enough, even though I know I have. Every thing has been SO perfect lately. I mean, each of the past four weekends we've done something together. Regretfully, this was brought on by the Fred-thing, but it just makes my heart explode that he really does love me and that he really does take our relationship seriously.
I remember when we broke up the second time, and I was talking to Scott about the entire ordeal one night. Somehow, someway, the conversation got onto the topic of why Tommy didn't want to be with me anymore. I knew that, whatever it was, it would tear me up inside, but I still wanted to know. I knew that it was, in part, because I had changed as a person, which I totally understood; there was more to it though. I remember Scott telling me that Tommy had said that I took the relationship WAY too seriously.
God, that KILLED me. I didn't expect Tommy to feel the same way about the relationship that I did, but I really wasn't expecting to hear that he didn't think it was a very serious relationship.
But now it's like. .. I don't know. I REALLY don't want Tommy to feel like he's just settling for whatever he has in front of him, y'know? That whole "Well, I'm an adult now. I need to find someone to be with for the rest of my life. Oh! You'll do!" At the same time, I get all warm and tingly inside when I look at his relationship status on Facebook and it says 'Married to Taylor Smith'.
I also don't want him to feel like he has to prove anything to me. Before the Fred-thing, I WAS worried that Tommy didn't think of our relationship the same way I did. I definitely was afraid that, at any point in time, he was going to break up with me because I wasn't the girl for him anymore or because he had found someone better. When we started going out again on April 12th, I swore to myself that if he did break up with me again, I wasn't going to go into another slump and I was just going to accept it like a mature individual. Then Fred came along and he WAS there for me, but that's about all he had going for him; he was really just a good friend. I was playing with the idea of a relationship with him in my mind, but I still loved Tommy and wanted to be there for him, to be with him, hence why I decided not to pursue anything with Fred.
Fred and I only talked online during this whole time period, mind you. I mean, I saw him at graduation, but that's about it. I realized that my relationship with him was trespassing the boundaries that I had set up when I was afraid to tell Tommy that Fred didn't want him at the movies with us ('us' being Fred, Jacob, Cat, and I). That night I told Tommy everything, with some questions he wanted answered and with other various pokes and prods.
Ever since then, we've never been better. We see each other practically every weekend, he calls me on his smoke breaks at work, and we talk when he gets home.
I keep thinking though, like, what if he gets sick of me? Like, some weekend we don't hang out and he's like 'Hey. .. this is pretty awesome!', y'know? I don't know. All I really want is for him to be happy, and if I can help him do that and be happy with him, then that's what I'll do.
I really honestly do think he's the one you guys.
I know you aren't SUPPOSED to meet the person you want to marry in high school, but I'm not exactly the most average American. I have attached earlobes for Christ's sake! That is DEFINITELY not common.
He's everything I want in a man: mind, body, and soul.
Especially that voice.
OH MY GOD, that voice.
If you have not heard that man talk, you better jump on that because his voice is just OH MY GOD.
I LOVE listening to him. Morning, noon, night, whenever and for whatever reason. I just love his voice. Especially when he's tired and half-asleep. Jesus. That's the best. God, and he's sexy when he's sleeping. Anytime he comes over and he and I are just sitting on the couch, I'll play with his hair and rub his back just to see if he'll go to sleep.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
He is so incredibly handsome.
Those lips.
Those eyes.
His cheekbones.
That nose!
I love his nose <3333
That might sound weird, but I don't care.
I don't care what anyone has to say about him anymore.
I will stick up for him until the day I die.
See, it's kind of creepy though.
I've gotten to the point where I'm trying to decide which sounds better:
Tommy, if you're reading this right now, I apologize for either freaking you out or giving you a huge boner.
One of the two :D
I know that if YOU made a bunch of blogs detailing your love for me, I'd have to change my panties pronto before they stained. Unfortunately, you'd never do that because you can be such a lazy ass sometimes. XD
Well, I better get to bed.
<3!
WOW, so I haven't posted a blog in, God, forever. I mean, it's seriously ridiculous. Since school ended, I haven't posted a blog! I can't believe myself! Well, I guess I'll start off by posting my final grades for my sophomore year! In no particular order:
Spanish 2 - A!
Theatre Arts - A!
PreCalculus - B :[
World History - A!
Document Layout & Design - A!
Chemistry - A!
English 2 CP - A!
Then I had two other computer classes that I got an A in, so I ended up with ONE B for the year.
And, as I knew it would be, it was in PreCalculus. It doesn't bother me one bit though. Next year should be easier when it comes to math. I've heard that Calculus is WAAAAY easier.
On to what I REALLY want to talk about: this past weekend. It was so much awesomeness that I am not even kidding.
I think it was Tuesday when I found out that my grandparents said that they were going to come into town and visit for the weekend. I asked Tommy if he would come over and meet them (mostly my grandma because she was irritated that he met my dad's dad and not her). Of course, wanting to avoid conflict, awkward questions, and the 'talk' for like the millionth time, Tommy really didn't want to come over and I totally understood that. Not happy about that, my grandma promised not to say anything rude or embarrassing to him and he conceded to come over, giving a fair warning that if she DID say something, he would DEFINITELY say something right back.
Well, Saturday I had the ACT. I know I did really well on the English section and I think I did really well on the Reading section, but I'm not as confident on the Math and Science section. I don't know. It went okay, I suppose, and now I'm just crossing my fingers and hoping I did well. I saw a few people there, like Scott the Hair Ninja, Teresa the Bloggerette Extraordinarie, Mrs. Gross my PreCalculus teacher, and Jacob the Gheiwad, so I didn't feel so very alone.
Because he loves me so very much and I didn't want to talk to my dad after the test, Tommy picked me up from Brighton High and we headed back to my house, so he could meet the grandparents. Oh my GOD, I was so scared, you guys have NO idea! I mean, I love my grandma, but she has a habit of just saying whatever pops into her head without wondering if anyone would be offended or anything, so I was terrified that either he was going to end up upset because she's psychotic or she was going to end up upset because he was going to get in her face and tell her what's what. I was nervous as hell.
Everything went off without a hitch. My Grandma loves him. My Pawpaw loves him. It's just amazing.
From shooting with my dad and Pawpaw to napping on the couch with me to playing pirates (y'know that dice game in Pirates of the Caribbean? Yea, my family plays it) with my entire family (2:3 Tommy Lee!), Tommy is just so absolutely perfect.
He fits into my family PERFECTLY. It's scary how well it works. Hell, even our dog, Sabrina, barks at EVERYONE that walks into our house, including us, but NEVER at Tommy. I'm not exactly a family-oriented person, so even if my parents didn't absolutely adore him, I would still be with him, but it really does help that he's welcome in my family.
And for those of you that STILL think that Tommy and I shouldn't be together or that you want me to be with Fred or if you ARE Fred, screw you. The ONLY people that have seen Tommy and I together, as a couple, in real life are Rachel, Charlsea, Danielle, and my family. We're in love with each other and we're going to be together for a VERY long time, probably the rest of our lives. Those of you that disagree, keep it to yourself because I REALLY don't give a damn. For those of you that think that you know what Tommy's like, stuff it because you have no idea. I know Fred is butthurt because I don't want to be with him, but I don't care. I am absolutely in love with Tommy.
People that say that he doesn't know how to treat his girlfriends, but he knows exactly how to treat me. He's so incredibly sweet and romantic, but most people are too dumb and concerned with what they heard that they don't believe me. Whatever, I don't care. I'm not going to listen to retards that insist on acting like they know what they're talking about when they say that Tommy doesn't really love me or that he won't stay with me for much longer.
I've got a good feeling that we're going to be together for the rest of our lives. There's no reason for us NOT to be.
JESUS.
Last night, on the phone, that was what really tore me up. I mean, I was crying while he was talking. Not sobbing or anything, but I couldn't help but smile and tear up. He was half asleep and we were talking about everything and anything. Just, whatever. But every once in awhile he would always bring it back to our relationship and how much he loves me.
And, oh my gawsh, the most adorable thing that got me to start crying was just OH MY GAWSH.
We were just talking and he was like 'Well, I bet you don't even remember where our first kiss was.' and I just smiled to myself and I said 'Yea, I do. It was in my living room, on the recliner on June 5th, 2007, the day we started going out.' and he was quiet for a minute and said 'Good girl.'
I will ALWAYS remember that day. I will ALWAYS remember that first kiss. I will ALWAYS remember the first time I hugged him. The first hug was in Algebra 2 lab. Tommy had taken something of mine, probably my black pen that he KEPT ANYWAY, and he grinned and teased me. 'You can't have it back unless you hug me!', so I gave him a big hug while trying to reach into his back pocket to get the pen back. That was back when he wore that green and black striped jacket too. . .man.
He really is the most wonderful man in the world to me. I will never find anyone better for me. And anyone that wants to disagree or try and dissuade me, shut up. I love him, he loves me, and, one day, after I've graduated from high school and moved past all this drama, I will be:
Mrs. Lauren Taylor Walker
We might have had our problems, but I'm young. Young people screw up, but I'm done screwing up our relationship. I know that as long as he and I are honest with each other, we'll be just fine. I can't believe I was stupid enough to think that I would need anything more than utter perfection.
My life with him is wonderful now and it's going to be GODLY once I'm finally out from under my parents and on my own. Well, not necessarily on my own, but free from my parents :]
Sure, our relationship won't stay the same for the rest of our lives, but it will always be good so long as I can remember that he is the most understanding person in the world.
My family loves him, people that have seen us together know that we love each other and can see that we make a great couple. Go ahead and think that I'm ridiculous for loving him and staying with him, but I know that I'm happy and that you're probably just jealous that you don't have someone to talk to until one in the morning when you're voice starts cracking and you don't even remember what you said two sentences back. You don't have someone who will be an incredibly naughty lover-boy and then, the next second, the most doofy hopeless romantic. You have nothing that will ever compare the wonderful perfection that is my boyfriend, Tommy.
We are SO engaged to be engaged <3333
I just love everything about him!
I mean, his lean and slender stature.
His hazel-freckled blue eyes.
That voice, oh my god, like muffled thunder.
His big, warm hands.
The way he falls asleep when I run my fingers through his hair or rub his back.
The way he talks, the words and phrases he uses, including the stuff he makes up.
How he loves my family.
How he loves me.
It's times like these that I start missing him more than anything.
When I wish that I had said yes when he first started asking me to the movies.
Oh well.
I'll make it up to him by staying by his side for the rest of his life.
And by bearing however many children he wants.
Whether it's 1 or 25, I'll carry 'em all for him : ]
I'll take care of his pets and 'attempt' to cook when he's sick and incapable.
I'll be the one in his bed every night, rubbing his back, fingers running through his hair to make him go to sleep.
We'll fight, I'm sure, but we'll always love each other.
And that's that.
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This blog is dedicated to Mr. Corwyn Cullum for his birthday which was forever ago, but I told him I would make a blog of birthday-ness for him and I am! So there! I will be making another blog after this to give an update on myself.
ANYWAYZ. . . .
And now for the dancing girls :]
SORRY FOR THIS BEING SO INCREDIBLY LATE MAN.
AND IF YOU ARE NOT SATISFIED, LET ME KNOW
AND I WILL TOTALLY MAKE IT UP TO YOU
SERIOUSLY MAN
FOR REAL
^o^
Because starting today she's never looking back.
I know I haven't updated in about a week or so. The reason for that is kind of because of Youtube. I've been making a lot of Youtube videos, so if you're reading this and you have a Youtube you should subscribe to my videos.
To be honest that's not really the reason why. I've just been really lazy and had nothing really to talk about.
I'm starting my diet tomorrow. I actually started it three weeks ago, but I'm not really good with commitment. Anyway, the way I'm going to try to do it is watch what I eat and my portions and exercise. No sugar, no junk food, no tasty stuff really. Then once a week I'm going to eat nothing but fruit the whole day. I'm thinking it might work, but I'm not really sure.
I didn't do a quote for this blog because I have had this saying in my quote book for a while now and it's the first one in there. It's probably my favorite saying right now because I sort of feel that way.
I don't want to care about my past or what the world perceives me to be.
I've found myself making a lot of lists lately to keep me focused on what I want to achieve out of myself this summer.
I just think it's time for a change. I'm calling it "The Revolution of, well, Me"
Yeah that's like the best summer montage name ever.
I'm sorry this blog stunk.
I've failed as a geek.
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