Hey, hey, you, you, I COULD BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND

ya know that old Avril Lavigne song, girlfriend? well its been stuck in my head.  for weeks.  And I know why too.  no song has been able to capture my current relationship status like girlfriend.  the whole song is just so true to the situation.  usually a part of a song will be super duper relatable and other parts will be completely irrelevant, but all of girlfriend is just so damn accurate.  They broke up on Monday night, so the song isn't completely true, but on Monday when he was telling me all about how awful she'd been to him all I could think about was this song.  I KNOW he likes me.  Especially when he texts me and tells me crazy things about himself that not even his best friend know.  He texts and calls me all the time when he just needs someone to talk to, because he KNOWS I'll be there when he needs me the most.  I've always been reliable like that.  I just want us to be together.  I know all that there is to know about him and I still love and support him despite his mistakes.  He posts about someday having a girl that will love him for who he is and will be there for him, but I AM THAT GIRL NOW!!!!! boys are so dumb I swear.  he tells me everything and yet he doesn't realize that I am that girl, or maybe he does realize and doesn't want it to be true because we're so geographically distanced.  When I graduate college, I'll move down there if that's what it takes for both of us to be happy.  And for now we can text and call and facetime in between visits to each other.  I know that we can make this work, but he'd have to be willing, and we'd have to tough out a long distance relationship for the next three and a half years (or less if we get married ;P) But whatever.  I'm probably just gonna have to deal with another almost relationship coming and going, but I really hope not.  I want to make this work.    

Sorry it's been so long

Yeah, yeah I suck. I know. But I've been super duper busy. Since my last post, I've been to prom with that guy from the last post (who by the way I continued to have adventures with through the time he got on a plane to go home and I still talk to him every day but I'll talk about that later). I've been to Disney world (again, and it was just as great that time). I went to a summer camp, I was a camp counselor at a summer camp, I went to the beach, and I started college. My life is constantly changing, but I'm okay with it. I babysit a whole lot more now than I ever did before. I think I'm gonna use this post to catch y'all up on my life over these past couple months. Prom was amazing. I had the cutest date and it caught everyone off guard. No one was expecting me to show up with a 21 year old former Hollister model, but I did. I think that's my specialty, catching people off guard. It's always so fun. The best part of me having him as my date was all the fun we had together. And, I'm gonna be petty here- the guy I was supposed to go with (who went through 7, yes SEVEN, dates before prom) was there by himself. Not even with friends, because they didn't want to spend time with him after he went through so many girls. (I was #2 by the way). We got tons of cute pictures from the photo booth, and the guy I told everyone to nominate won prom king. Throughout the night, he kept asking me what I wanted to do, and made sure I was having fun, which was super sweet. When it was time to go to afterprom, my date and I changed in the hotel bathrooms. We were, incidentally, wearing the same outfit. We had gotten matching white converse to wear to prom, so we were both wearing those, but we also both brought jeans and his band t-shirt to change into. It was sooooo cute!!!!! We were hungry between prom and afterprom, so we stopped at taco bell. There I was, driving down the highway at 12:30 with him feeding me taco bell. I was living in a teenage fantasy. Afterprom was fairly uneventful, other than us jumping on the moon bounce, and playing along with the songs the DJ was playing on the instruments at the facility. I finally got him home around 3:15, and he made me promise to text him when I got home to make sure I was safe. The next morning, at around 9 o'clock, he texted me to see if I was awake, and if I wanted to hang out. I obviously did, so I went and picked him up. We went to the mall and walked around, went to H&M (of course) and eventually got chick-fil-a. After all of that, we went to church to work on another song. We started a few songs that day, but nothing ever got finished. We ended up wandering around the building for hours until stumbling upon worship team practice. (He was upset because it was his last week here, and they didn't schedule him to play). They needed an electric guitar player, so they asked him to help. He and I laughed to each other, and then he went off to practice with them. I ended up watching the kids of the other band members while he was busy. We eventually met back up and got to hang out some more before he had to go play. I know this part isn't very interesting but I got to spend a lot of time with him before he left and that meant a lot to me, even if we were just together, not even talking. We ended up being together for 14 hours that day, and we did the same thing the next day and almost every day until he had to go home. Originally, our youth pastor was supposed to take him to the airport that day, but something came up and he couldn't give him a ride. Not wanting to spend $80 to Uber to the airport, and spend his last day here sitting in a dingy, spider-infested basement, he texted me. We ended up going to an art museum in the city that he really wanted to go to in the morning, before going to an eclectic local diner for lunch. We still had some time to go before he needed to be at the airport, so we went to the harbor, and walked around, where he bought a shirt from urban outfitters. Then I took him to the airport. Whenever we were in the car, he would control the music. The last song he put on was a song in Italian, "Con Ti Partiro", which he told me roughly translates to "Until we meet again." I would've died right then and there had I not planned on seeing him again in a week. (I took one of his guitars to Disney with me so he didn't have to pay extra to bring two home.) From the airport I went to counseling, and then to graduation. That's right, graduation. My June 1st was jam-packed and I wouldn't change it for the world. I still talk to him everyday, even though its been almost 6 months since I've seen him. We talk about everything. He's planning to come up to visit in January for his birthday, and I'm counting down the days. I cant wait to see him in person, and not be over 1000 miles away. And this time, he's staying at my house, so we can hang out 24/7. (In theory. In reality my parents are crazy and are not gonna let that happen, but I'll also be on break between the fall and spring semesters then, so I'll do what I please when I'm home all day. I'll let y'all know how it all plays out.)