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.

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.....

Hypocrisy, Thou Art Rather Muffin-Like

One of my friends has an issue. She likes this guy and can't/won't tell him about it. Because, apparently he likes this really smart, thin, pretty girl at our school and she doesn't want to be rejected. And so she talks to me. And we whine together. So today, in a burst of thoughtlessness, I burst out-

"For the love of cheese, woman, grow a vertebral column, tell him, and quit whining to me!"

She gave me "the look".

And I shut up.

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.