Cowboys and Biology

Now, I know you've all given up on this blog. We're in college....this is so beneath us...I don't have time...get over yourselves! Please keep posting, since you all just bring me such joy!
Here's a funny story to get things started.....
My friend and I were sitting in biology. Now, there's been this boy in our class that is the sweetest cowboy. My friend decided she wanted this boy to be her next kiss. Yes well, it's a topic of our conversations everyday. We've been trying to come up with plans that would lead him to asking for her number....
Then one day, it all changed.
He was sitting between us, and we were facebook chatting about our scheming plans. As my friend leaned over to watch another YouTube video (Yes I know, we totally pay close attention in biology!) the cowboy happened to look over....
"I wish he'd as for my number.....if he doesn't I'll be so depressed and kill myself!...."
Oh dear. Slight emergency here. She's really not that dramatic, I promise. However, here we are, over exaggerating, and the cowboy read it. Furthermore, he still didn't ask for her number. Double whammy. To make matters worse, when class ended we started talking about him. We were laughing at how awkward and funny the whole thing was, and lamenting about how he STILL didn't get the picture. Little did we know...he hadn't quite left the room. So, not only did he read our entire conversation, but he heard the whole thing in person.
Wow. We are just so great. Have a laugh!

Sound Advice

I completely and entirely support the Riley-can-suck-it-Anderson post. I found it comical and enlightening. Might I just add that it seems like boys are very similar to girls in some aspects? It seems as if spreading the word around is quite the addiction...

**Note to bloggers. I heavily suggest you start paying attention to the "Anonymous" and "Sound Advice" comments that are being posted to some of your posts. I've found them to be more than helpful, and this is why I am posting tonight.**

First: "You must remember one important thing, relationships are like buses, another one comes along every fifteen minutes and they all can take you somewhere different."

I've now decided that the more and more I dwell on the fact that Poser van Levels has broken my heart, and that I hate him for it, does nothing. I've focused so much on the negative that I've forgotten why I stuck with it so long. Might I quote my twitter: Why is it that my bad memories are filled with such inexplicable happiness? So! All I'm saying is that I'm in high school, and I need to get over it, which I have. I'm merely saying that I don't feel as if I've fully recovered because I'm still making snide comments. This is my personal goal to stop talking crap on him, and having a more positive attitude. There's got to be some redeaming qualities, or why did I ever date him in the first place? So... even though he's a man whore who preys on the understanding of the female population, I'm making an effort to be nice. (I had to get the last out of my system) This relates to the comment from Anonymous because.... I've changed because of the stupid relationship. I now make fun of everyone possible, have a lowered self image, and have lost all trust with the male population. -Wait, what I meant when I said that was... I now know how to really work at a relationship, have come to the realization that I won't get everything my way, and also now have more realistic expectations for men. Better? Like it was said, the relationships take you all different directions. I'm learning from the last in order to make the next trip more enjoyable. I truly hope this makes sense.

Second:"If the relationship ends, and it's started up again, it will end the same way as before."

I must say I agree with this. I want you to think about how you felt about the relationship after you got back together. Quite honestly, I felt we were constantly on the brink of breaking up again. Merely because, we knew we could reach that point at any time. It was always sitting there waiting to happen. It was always an option that both of us felt like we take. It made it an easier decision to break up the second time? Why? Because we never got back to "normal." We tried, but it was never the same. -Even if we pretended it was. Just saying.

Six word: Sound Advice comes from unexpected places.

Six word to make up for the lack of one on my last post: Smothering the flames leaves aching ribs.

I'm Feeling Hateful

Forgetting all that crap I said about privacy earlier, I'd like the world of girls to know how much I hate Riley Anderson. I have to hate someone for the predicament I'm in and it's going to be him. Even if it's really not his fault. I still hate him. This is why.

I get a text from T.S. earlier telling me how pissed he is that I talk bad about him in my physics class to Bad A Beyonce and Scott. Talk bad? I am not going to lie; I have complained about certain things about him to Scott, but it's not like I go around telling everyone he sucks. I even defend him sometimes when people talk bad about him! So when I get this crap-text, I'm automatically pissed. And now T.S. is pissed at me and I'm pissed at him and when he gets home from the wrestling tournament tomorrow night, this house will be VERY PISSY.

Here's my theory on why Riley-Can-Suck-it-Anderson decided to tell T.S. I was ripping on him in physics. In class, I talk to Bad A Beyonce (Riley's ex) and Scott. Riley sits to the side and is pretty much left out of our conversations because of the fact that he's a JERK (something I didn't believe until now). So instead of getting a life, he listens to whatever Bad A Beyonce says thinking "Dang, I screwed myself with that girl," and he overhears bits and pieces of our discussions, some of which might be about T.S.! And because he wants attention that bad, he tells T.S. and decides to add some twists.

Thus we have this problem.

And to think! I used to think Riley was such a great guy!

Since Riley obviously eavesdrops in on my conversations with Bad A Beyonce, he probably knows all about the Boy Blog! So Riley... if you read this... I'll regret saying this later, but... SUCK IT!