"Unnecassary honking will result in a automatic failure."
"I'll remember that when I see a goat during my driving test"
Such humor. My brother took my driving again, I did A LOT better than the first day. We passed a house that had a goat or two in the yard, and I couldn't help but honk. so I did. That's when he said that to me. It was great. I love my brother.
So I stayed an extra day. Somewhat against my will. I feel guilty because I was supposed to go to the beach with Nikita. And I didn't have her number to call her, sorry Kita. I'm hope she's willing to hit up the beach tomorrow, I would love that. The beach is great enough but when you go with people like the ones I go with--it's incredible.
I wrote all this yesterday, but I'm not familiar with AOL and I erased all of it. So here we go again.
I'm home now. I sort of miss West Palm already. Sick, huh? I smell terrible, I have to wash all my clothes. Damn ciggs.
I wrote this long thing about boys yesterday (surprise, surprise). It's strange. There are two guys that want me. Instead of choosing between them, I'm chasing the one that doesn't want a thing to do with me. I don't get it. Maybe it's the thrill of the chase? You always want what you can't have, I suppose. One boy is out of the question. He had his chance far too many times. This friendship is stronger so I'm content. The other one..Now he's the perfect gentleman. He really is. I don't think I've ever met one before him. It's great. I don't know...He told me that we're strictly friends, but that was before we saw each other so often. And when I mention someone else, he gets pretty defensive, for lack of a better word. Now there is some flirting, which makes me feel guilty because my eye is on the prey, not him. The strangest thing happened last week. On the way home, I had my hand on the stick shift resting and the next thing I knew he put his hand on top of mine. Instead of moving it, I just sort of stared at it. Then he moved it to change CDs and he put it back on mine. He even slipped his pinky between my thumb and pointer. I tried to like him in the past..If I did I would have it made. I know he would treat me that way I want. The way I deserve. It would really be a balanced relationship. We already have that friendship, and that's great for now. Oh I don't know. I was such a happy person living up the single life. Then out of no where I fell into this hole for him and now I won't leave. Instead of crawling out, I'm digging myself deeper. I don't want to crawl out. I want him to get me out himself. I keep wondering how incredible it will feel when he decides to help. I'd fall twice as hard.
Such humor. My brother took my driving again, I did A LOT better than the first day. We passed a house that had a goat or two in the yard, and I couldn't help but honk. so I did. That's when he said that to me. It was great. I love my brother.
So I stayed an extra day. Somewhat against my will. I feel guilty because I was supposed to go to the beach with Nikita. And I didn't have her number to call her, sorry Kita. I'm hope she's willing to hit up the beach tomorrow, I would love that. The beach is great enough but when you go with people like the ones I go with--it's incredible.
I wrote all this yesterday, but I'm not familiar with AOL and I erased all of it. So here we go again.
I'm home now. I sort of miss West Palm already. Sick, huh? I smell terrible, I have to wash all my clothes. Damn ciggs.
I wrote this long thing about boys yesterday (surprise, surprise). It's strange. There are two guys that want me. Instead of choosing between them, I'm chasing the one that doesn't want a thing to do with me. I don't get it. Maybe it's the thrill of the chase? You always want what you can't have, I suppose. One boy is out of the question. He had his chance far too many times. This friendship is stronger so I'm content. The other one..Now he's the perfect gentleman. He really is. I don't think I've ever met one before him. It's great. I don't know...He told me that we're strictly friends, but that was before we saw each other so often. And when I mention someone else, he gets pretty defensive, for lack of a better word. Now there is some flirting, which makes me feel guilty because my eye is on the prey, not him. The strangest thing happened last week. On the way home, I had my hand on the stick shift resting and the next thing I knew he put his hand on top of mine. Instead of moving it, I just sort of stared at it. Then he moved it to change CDs and he put it back on mine. He even slipped his pinky between my thumb and pointer. I tried to like him in the past..If I did I would have it made. I know he would treat me that way I want. The way I deserve. It would really be a balanced relationship. We already have that friendship, and that's great for now. Oh I don't know. I was such a happy person living up the single life. Then out of no where I fell into this hole for him and now I won't leave. Instead of crawling out, I'm digging myself deeper. I don't want to crawl out. I want him to get me out himself. I keep wondering how incredible it will feel when he decides to help. I'd fall twice as hard.