i look at pictures of myself as a small child, all filled with hope and so alive.
hey everyone!
i'm back and it was alright. i know that sounds terrible and completely ungrateful, but really... it was just good. not amazing. i'm really glad to be back because i missed everyone and everything dearly. it was basically swimming, doing homework, eating, getting hit on a lot, and watching stupid dance shows at night. ones where the gay dancers put glitter all over their chests. not very attractive.
the only highlight (and how extremely girly of me!) was seeing this one really hot guy. he wore a green bracelet (which means he was over 18) but he looked like he was exactly 18. and when you really think about it, 16 and 18... only two year difference. it sounds like i'm possibly defending us having sex but i didn't even talk to him. i don't have that kind of courage. at first, he looked kind of dangerous haha. the kind of dangerous where he might drive a motorcycle and be a bit of a rebel. i guess i made that assumption because his hair was PEROXIDE blonde and spiky/messy and he had this really ugly tattoo on his arm. but during water aerobics (more like sex aerobics, if you ask me... perverts) he was there and he was so cute in the water waving his arms around and all that.
then, he sat on a beach chair thing and read a magazine about video games, i think. i lay down a few chairs away from him and looked at him occasionally. it kind of sparked a break-down where i got really depressed. why is it that so many people can find such nice boys to go out with and date and kiss and i have none. i've never even had a boyfriend. i wanted to talk to him so much but i have no courage and i have no appeal like that of a whore in my class, for example.
my whole depressed thing went away though. this one guy started talking to me in the water and he looked like he was twelve but it turns out he was only a year younger than me and he was from the US but he was so stereotypically american with the southern accent (painsilvayyynyah) and he mentioned at one point how it was funny when the people who worked at the resort spoke American.
and the painting teacher, Eddy, kept hitting on me. he's definitely over 25 and it was really weird and gross. i will post the paintings later when i'm not lazy. and i will post pictures then, too.
i'm so boring. there are so many things that happened but my fingers don't want to even type them out. maybe later.
right now the fall plays are playing at school and i've seen three so far (two of them excellent) but it makes me wish so bad that i was in one. SPRING PLAYS... can't wait.
i am a boring person.
and i have to read all your entries and catch-up. i promise i will.
i'm back and it was alright. i know that sounds terrible and completely ungrateful, but really... it was just good. not amazing. i'm really glad to be back because i missed everyone and everything dearly. it was basically swimming, doing homework, eating, getting hit on a lot, and watching stupid dance shows at night. ones where the gay dancers put glitter all over their chests. not very attractive.
the only highlight (and how extremely girly of me!) was seeing this one really hot guy. he wore a green bracelet (which means he was over 18) but he looked like he was exactly 18. and when you really think about it, 16 and 18... only two year difference. it sounds like i'm possibly defending us having sex but i didn't even talk to him. i don't have that kind of courage. at first, he looked kind of dangerous haha. the kind of dangerous where he might drive a motorcycle and be a bit of a rebel. i guess i made that assumption because his hair was PEROXIDE blonde and spiky/messy and he had this really ugly tattoo on his arm. but during water aerobics (more like sex aerobics, if you ask me... perverts) he was there and he was so cute in the water waving his arms around and all that.
then, he sat on a beach chair thing and read a magazine about video games, i think. i lay down a few chairs away from him and looked at him occasionally. it kind of sparked a break-down where i got really depressed. why is it that so many people can find such nice boys to go out with and date and kiss and i have none. i've never even had a boyfriend. i wanted to talk to him so much but i have no courage and i have no appeal like that of a whore in my class, for example.
my whole depressed thing went away though. this one guy started talking to me in the water and he looked like he was twelve but it turns out he was only a year younger than me and he was from the US but he was so stereotypically american with the southern accent (painsilvayyynyah) and he mentioned at one point how it was funny when the people who worked at the resort spoke American.
and the painting teacher, Eddy, kept hitting on me. he's definitely over 25 and it was really weird and gross. i will post the paintings later when i'm not lazy. and i will post pictures then, too.
i'm so boring. there are so many things that happened but my fingers don't want to even type them out. maybe later.
right now the fall plays are playing at school and i've seen three so far (two of them excellent) but it makes me wish so bad that i was in one. SPRING PLAYS... can't wait.
i am a boring person.
and i have to read all your entries and catch-up. i promise i will.