I know I'm the only one that ever reads this damn thing, but I'm still sorry to my invisible followers that I haven't posted in so long. Life has been busy, my computer died and I just haven't had the patience to write anything lately.
So I'm now officially going to go into a rant of epic porportions.
I'm so done with the mind games of boys. I'm in love with a guy I've know for almost 2 years. I told him I liked him, and he tells me it's not mutual. I request we carry on like the whole thing never happened, because I don't want to lose him as a friend. He still flirts a bit. He asked if I'm ok.
No.
No, I'm not ok.
At all.
But what can I do? I don't want to lose him. But pretending sucks.
As for John, the kiss and run boy. I hate mind games. Kissing someone twice in the space of a week and a half, then saying we live too far apart to go out is complete and total bullshit. I mean really. He makes me into a dime store whore then goes back on his word. What the hell?
As for my friend's brother....I really like him, I flirt all the time. He flirts back. Yet somehow I am so far into the friend zone it's insane. I don't understand how I got there though....
Boy rant over.
Ok so the Zooaide program is mainly over for the summer. I was accepted as a regionaide for next summer! However.....I was accepted into the Australian Islands region. BLECH!! It was my last choice! I don't understand how I got it. Whatever, I'll deal with the lorikeets. Training is next March, and I need to submit a TB test soon.
The zooaides this year were amazing. Some of the first years were really cool! Olivia and Erik to be exact. Luuuuv them!
Sadly, my computer time has just ended, I shall be back to post more soon though!
Your almost 15 year old friend on the brink of clinical insanity.
-Aurora,
Saturday, October 10, 2009
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You're not the only one who reads the things you write here. It may not always seem like it, but there are people who love you and are interested in what you have to say.
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