I seriously cannot stop posting on my blog! It's addictive. And plus I know how much everyone is just desperate to know what is going on in my fascinating life. I just finished writing (REwriting) that stupid english mock exam essay and I am now in the process of writing my essay on The Crucible. After that I have to write an essay on Milton's Paradise Lost. And I have to do questions for literature, a closing statement for law, and questions for geography. Blaaaa. And the dryer is broken so I spent a good 30 minutes hanging up all my clothes: socks, underwear and all. So annoying. But the little gem in my day: my mum bought me a book called "Lucia, Lucia" by Adriana Trigiani and it takes place in New York in the 1950s! I am so excited to read it! I think I just confirmed how pathetic my life is. No, the definition of pathetic was last night: hanging out with my three best friends, each of us eating individual 7 STINKING DOLLAR tubs of Ben&Jerry's ice cream (I got peanut butter tracks) and watching sappy love story movies. Well actually just one: A Walk to Remember. It was good, but I was feeling a little ADD so we ran around outside in the snow and I made a snow angel and my sweater and pants got soaked. And the snowflakes tasted salty. Ew. I feel like something really exciting happened today but it didn't. Hmmph.
But there is something else I was going to write about. Everytime I go to the park in my complex it makes me think of the time my ex boyfriend came over in grade 9, after we had already gone through the whole awkward dating thing. So then we tried to be friends. It kind of worked. Not really. But it was pretty damn cute now that I look back on it. It was a beautiful day and we sat in my room and played mouse trap. My mum brought us cheese and crackers. We went outside and swung on the swings and played basketball and climbed trees and ate kimchi and watched IRobot. And all I could think the entire time is how we used to talk (on msn haha) and he would call me beautiful and I really liked him and for some reason I gave all of that up because it was just too awkward. And now I regret it and it's too late. And this is exactly why my life is like 13 Going On 30. Basically I just want my life to be like a movie, any movie. I want my boyfriend to drive a pick-up truck like in the Last Song, and I want to have late night talks on the front porch on one of those swinging bench thingys and more than anything I want to kiss him in the rain. I want him to be smart and have life goals. I want him to be just the right balance of funny and serious. I want him to be a little bit nerdy and a little bit awkward. I want him to like going out but not all the time. I want him to bring me flowers and say the right things at the right times. Do I have high standards? Noo not at all!
But then I think about this too. I think it would be pretty darn cute if I found a guy who is none of those things. But for some reason he is just perfect as he is.
