Are people really that dumb?

I feel like ranting this morning.

I've decided that at the moment, I am not going to let myself like anyone in "that" way. Now, I'm not so deadened that I don't have an idea of who I would probably fall for if I was allowing myself (actually, I have a fairly good idea), but at the moment, I am taking control of my emotions and telling them to stop for the love of almighty!!! The whole process of liking the guy, and then getting smushed into the ground like a marshmallow after an elephant has stampeded through gets a little old to me, quite honestly, and I'm done at the moment. It makes things too complicated, no one really gains in the long run, and while it provides me with good blog fodder, I'm sure it probably gets on the rest of your nerves.

Now, on a completely different note (and when I say completely, I mean COMPLETELY), those of you may have been informed that my relationship status (of single) has changed. To the people who started this nasty rumor, I only have one thing to say-

"Liar, liar, pants on fire!"

*blows rasberry*

I am still quite single, thank you very much.

Believe me, when this changes, I will be shouting it from the rooftops. Not keeping it secret and letting people (whose names have, probably in their best interest, been kept undisclosed to me) break the news to everyone.

Well, now.

Back to your regualarly scheduled programming.

Worst-Case-Scenario Kind of Morning

So, this week keeps taking odd turns, doesn't it?

So, I almost had the courage to ask the person about going to the banquet with me as friends. I talked to his mom and made sure the whole thing was ok with her, and she seemed to think it was okay. She even asked, "Do you want me to ask him and give him the heads up?"

I was filled with great joy and love for her. But non-chalantly said, "Yeah, I guess that would be cool, you know, if you seem him before I do." Maybe not those exact words, but something like that.

A great load has been lifted from me. Yippee.

But, anyway, before I had said conversation, the most inprobable thing happenned. Yes, people. I walked out of the kitchen from the sunday school meeting and who do you think was standing there?

9YG.

I kid you not.

Do you realize the severe unlikelyhood of such an occurance? He lives 2 HOURS away! For the love of Bob.

This was greatly distressing, as I am attempting to muster great amounts of courage anyway, and here is this guy who I liked for 9 years. Of course, I'm a drama queen, so I stressed more than the average person. But wouldn't you flip out, too?

Augh!!!!

My Musings Over Coffee

So, I'm having one of those weeks that has kept me in perpetually deep thought for the most part. Deep thought over nothing. And everything. Some are fickle, that people roll their eyes and say "Oh, she's a teenager and will grow out of it." and some of them are huge decisions that will affect me forever.

I found out about a week ago that I had failed the second quarter of Algebra 2. I was given two choices. I could either continue Algebra 2 in a different class, which we would have to ask the principal to do, or I could move to Bridges, and retake Algebra next year, and still get a math credit for the year. No, this is not as easy a decision as it sounds. I did end up moving down to Bridges, but the whole thing was an extreme pain in the buttocks. I still don't like the idea of me wasting a whole semester.

While we're on the subject of things wrong with school, did I mention I got a D on the Anatomy Exam?

I did however, end up getting a B- on my KAP History exam. Snaps for this great blessing from the Lord most high.

I also found out that I can be starting college next year. I can do post-secondary and have a year of college done when I graduate. This actually was a no-brainer. I am so doing that.

So, because of that, I signed up for the ACT last night. In April. That scares the poo out of me. (P.S. That may have been my proudest moment as a blogger EVER).

Also, Friday, I found out that Brittany, one of my friends from quizzing, is getting married August 16. When did this happen? My friends that I used to play war games with in the lobbies of churches for bible quizzing aren't supposed to be getting married! Me and Brittany used to write letters back and forth about 9YG! When did my friends turn into grown-ups?

And then, as with all my pondering, we have the guy scene. This is just too messed up to even comprehend. I wish that I didn't like anyone at the second. Because it's a pain in the butt. And I always like the ones I can't have. Which is why I will probably be going solo to the V-day Banquet. All though people are telling me to ask one person in particular. Who would say no. And would make life extremely awkward and painful. So what else is new?

So, I'm running out of time. Bus will be here soon and my brain is still in overdrive. Possibly more later. But who knows?

My back posts

I'm currently transferring some old blog posts to the new location. Do you know what a pain that is? My reasoning is, if some new people start reading my blog (highly unlikely) how are they going to know who 9YG is? Or Smitty? Or Mr.X? Or about my obsession with NCIS? Maybe I should just make a glossary of terms.....

My Issues- Revisited

I'm apparently transparent as a piece of one-ply toilet paper when it comes to the guy that I like, whose code name is Smitty Wethermenjensen. Don't ask why. It's a long story. Anyway, I have been ridiculously careful with who I've told about this Smitty. And yet, 3 stinking people have discovered all by their lonesomes who he is.

Did I ever tell you why 9YG stopped talking to me when we were 11? Because someone who wasn't supposed to found out, told him, and things got all awkward and we weren't friends anymore. I really cannot stand having that happen all over again.

What I would also like to know is how these people found out! I haven't said or done anything to allude to him in any way, shape, or form. So why is it that within a 2 week period, 3 people can come up to me and say, "So...Smitty, eh?"

My mom is always telling me she can make a soap opera out of my life. I think mine may be to twisted and dramatic to put on TV.