I know I'm really, really bad at this

So I know the whole point of a blog is to like talk about your life, and keep people updated or whatever.  And I also know that I happen to do a really really really bad job of actually posting stuff on here until WAYYYYYY after its happened so you hear things a little (a lot) late.  My bads.  So now that we've gotten that out of the way, are y'all ready to hear whats been going on in my life? I just now realized that there's no way for me to get an instant response from you AND I really don't care if you want me to tell you, because I'm gonna go ahead and tell you anyway.  You can continue reading if you so choose, but I'll leave that up to you. 
So lets start where I last left off, around my birthday.  Florida boy was supposed to come up and visit me.  He promised me that he was gonna come up and visit me for my birthday.  So I took off work for that whole week, because that's when he was supposed to come visit me.  (If you haven't figured it out by now he did not come visit me.)  He didn't even tell me that he wasn't coming.  I asked him what time I needed to be at the airport to pick him up, like a day or two before he said he was coming, and he said that I didn't need to pick him up, because he wasn't coming.  Apparently he had never bought the plane ticket.  He told me that he couldn't afford to come, which would've been fine, had it actually have been true and had he given me like some actual notice that he wasn't gonna be able to come and had this not been the third time that he promised to come up and didn't.  I know he would've been able to afford a plane ticket had he bought it before the week he wanted to go, and had he not spent all of his money going out and binge drinking five days a week.  But whatever. 
In May, I failed one of my classes, despite begging my professor for mercy, and I ended up having to retake the course as a summer class.  I ended up getting an A+ in the summer class, despite doing everything exactly the same, so clearly there was something up with that first professor.  In June, I started a new job, and quit my old job.  I started working at a summer camp at a preschool, and now do aftercare at the school.  I like it a whole lot more than I liked feeding the old people.  I mean, the old people were cool over there, but the management was horrible, and they expected WAYYY too much of minimum wage employees.  And because they refused to promote me, despite expecting me to do the job of the people who got promoted instead of me, I left. 
And then we get to July.  July was the best month I've had in the past year, I think.  Back in February, my friend messaged this guy that we went to high school with, and asked him if he had a girlfriend.  (We all knew each other in high school, and I told her that I would go on a date with him (mostly so she'd stop trying to set me up with human dumpsters) even though I really wasn't all that interested in him.  I knew he was nice and that was really all that mattered to me at that point.) He responded to her, and said that yes, he did have a girlfriend.  That was fine, but I really tried to avoid him from that point on (he works at the grocery store that I go to like everyday, so this proved to be quite the challenge.)  in what I like to refer to as "reverse stalking."  I tried my best to figure out his schedule, and specifically avoided going to the grocery store when I thought he would be there.  I just knew that because she'd said something to him, he'd start to notice when I came in, and I didn't want him to think I was stalking him, in addition to wanting to give him and his girlfriend their space (despite knowing and hating his girlfriend because she is quite literally the most irritating person to ever walk the earth.)  If he was happy, I planned on leaving him be.  (I also happened to get really good at using the self scans at the grocery store (I've never had an issue with them) because he often worked self scans and I didn't want to talk to him.)  I bet you're wondering how this is all relevant.  Well, one night in early July, I was babysitting my little cousins, and my friend texted me and told me that he'd messaged her and asked her if I had a boyfriend and if she thought I'd be interested in going on a date with him.  Naturally, she freaked out and messaged me, and I freaked out too.  A real live boy wanted to go on an actual date.  With me!!! It was absolutely wild.  About an hour later, he messaged me on Instagram.  We started talking, and we decided to go on a hike (before you say it no, I wasn't worried about him killing me in the woods because I already knew him) when he got back from vacation in a few days.  He came and picked me up at my house (I'd gotten rid of my sisters for the time, so it was just my parents and I home when he came to get me.)  We went on our hike, (we ended up going to two different places and going on two hikes) and then we got snowballs, and then we went back to my house and had s'mores with my parents and my sisters and my grandparents, and then we watched a movie, and then he went home.  I think that date was 8 hours.  The next day, we hung out again.  He picked me up in the morning and we went and got his emissions test for his car done, and then we went to two different Walmart's to get stuff to wash his car, then we went to the reservoir with a hammock and sat in the hammock by the water, then we started watching a movie, washed his car, and went to dinner with his mom and grandfather.  Then we went for a walk in the park, and finally out for ice cream.  Our second date was 12 hours.  We kept spending more and more time together, and we talked every day when I was on vacation.  A few days after I got back, he officially asked me to be his girlfriend.  (I said yes duh.)  At the end of July, I was dog sitting for my friend, and she happens to have a skee-ball machine in her basement.  So naturally, we took advantage of the free entertainment, and played a whole lot of skee-ball.  He said that we should make it a little more interesting, and bet something.  I told him that that was fine (I had been beating him all day) and asked him if he had anything in mind.  He said yes, but wouldn't tell me what (I knew what he was thinking, I just wanted him to say it.)  He said that I'd figure it out when I won.  I agreed (after all, I had been winning all day) and he beat me.  And he beat me again, and again, and again.  As soon as something unknown was on the line, I couldn't win.  I was getting so upset (he thought it was cute.)  But just then, when I felt super duper defeated, I beat him.  And he kissed me! Right there by the skee-ball machine in my best friend's basement he kissed me.  And then we kept playing.  And I beat him again, and he kissed me again.  And every once in a while he'd beat me and I'd kiss him.  But for the most part (despite what he likes to tell people,) I beat him more.  So that's what my life has been since July.  I have a real live boyfriend who lives just down the street (not 1000 mile away) and I work at a school, and I'm still in college (getting super duper good grades this semester too) and its been pretty great, but pretty busy as usual.  But that's okay. 

Yeah, I know I still suck

So I totally meant to post on here last week when I had spring break, but I got distracted by the chaos in my household- more on that later.  I think I'll start back in December, and update y'all on my life up through now. 
Back in October/ November, one of my friends said she wanted to go to Jingle Ball, so we looked around and got tickets wayyyyyy back in the 400 section in almost the back row of the nosebleeds (tickets were SUPER EXPENSIVE.) Fast forward back to early December, about 2 weeks before the concert, and I'm sitting in class, and I get a call from an unknown number.   I let it go to voicemail, and get a notification that whoever called me left a 5-minute voicemail.  I thought it was weird, but I didn't really think much of it, probably a wrong number.  After class was over, I was walking back to my car with my friend, and we listened to the voicemail.  It was a girl from the radio station calling to tell me that I'd entered to win tickets to Jingle Ball, and I'd won first prize!!! I was SOOO excited and I called my mom (who initially thought it was a scam) and then called the radio station back to claim my prize, 2 tickets to Jingle Ball in DC (10th row, floor seats btw), 2 meet-and-greet passes for Halsey at the DC Jingle Ball, a trip for 2 to Tampa for a weekend, 2 tickets to the Jingle Ball in Tampa (14th row, floor seats), and a $100 Visa gift card.  So my friend and I sold our original Jingle Ball tickets and went to the concert and had an amazing time on Monday, and on Friday after rushing through a final (that I got an A on btw) I picked up my cousin and we flew to Tampa for the Saturday night concert.  A week later, I went to New York City with my family on a day trip (an annual tradition at Christmastime) and on the way home, I got a text from an unknown number, with a Florida area code.  So I did what I always do, and did a google search for the number.  It came up with a name that just so happened to also be the name of one of one of Florida Boy's best friends.  So I of course texted him and asked if he knew anything about it to which he replied "I CAN"T BELIEVE HE ACTUALLY DID IT" I later found out that he'd asked Florida Boy for the number of someone who'd have no idea who he was to send a meme to, and Florida Boy had given him my number.  So this new dude and I sent a bunch of memes back and forth, and we talked for a bit and we still talk and send each other memes like everyday.  And I'm realizing how amazing it is to have friends all over because 1. free place to stay when you travel (which I do A LOT clearly) (especially to Florida) and 2 because while to the scrubs I see everyday it may not look like I have friends, I'm actually living my best life because my friends and I still talk to each other and support each other and help each other out (he's a photographer and I show his work off all the time lol), there's no drama over dumb things.  Also they're both like 11/10 people most of the time so its pretty freakin great. 
My parents have always been about giving us experiences instead of gifts, so for Christmas, they gave us a cruise.  And in their own typical fashion, it sailed out less then a month from when they gave it to us.  We sailed out of Port Canaveral, in Orlando and went to the Dominican Republic, Puerto Rico, St. Thomas, and Grand Turk.  It was super fun and warm and we did a lot of snorkeling and eating and it was amazing.  If you've never been on a cruise, I would definitely recommend going on one.  I was on break from December 19-January 28 which was also super duper great.  In addition to going to NYC, Orlando, DR, PR, St Thomas, and Grand Turk, I went to a small town in West Virginia to visit a friend at college, and after one day there, I can tell you that there are some towns that are just too small.  Once school started back up, life got pretty boring again.  Just going to class and work and doing homework for the first couple of weeks, but then a new family took up residence in the basement.  Close family friends this time, a family of 4 (all girls) needed a place to stay because the sewage pipes in their house had backed up all into their basement, because the pipes had broken.  Of all the people we've had stay with us, they've been my favorite so far, because we've known them for so long (since like 2002) and because they've always been so close to us.  They were with us for 2 weeks.  Within those 2 weeks, I got the flu.  I was fine for the first 4 days, typical symptoms, but I was still eating and drinking normally for the most part.  Then came day five.  I woke up around 6:40 that morning, it was a Monday.  (February 12) I had been sleeping on the couch since I'd gotten sick so I could sleep upright, to avoid getting pneumonia.  I went to the bathroom, and then I turned the corner to talk to my dad in his office, since he was working from home that day.  We talked for a few minutes, and then I got very dizzy.  Next thing I knew, I was laying on the ground of the office, and my dad was calling my name.  Mom was on the phone trying to get an ambulance before my dad told her they'd just drive me themselves.  The mom of the downstairs family had heard all the commotion going on and came upstairs to see what was going on.  My parents gave her a 2-second overview and she grabbed a cool rag and helped me to the couch so my parents could put shoes on to go to the Emergency Room.  (She doesn't work in the medical field, but has lots of experience in hospitals and was with us the only other time I've been hospitalized when I was little and had broken my elbow off) After about a 20 minute drive to the nearest GOOD hospital (where another member of the downstairs family happened to work) I was in a bed in the ER.  My dad told the doctors that it looked like I had had a seizure (which they hadn't told me) and the doctors went to work doing all kinds of tests to see what my issue could be.  After they'd done an EKG and taken my blood, a nurse had me stand up so she could take my blood pressure.  I was still fine, but about a minute later I felt very hot.  I told the nurses and I instantly felt nauseous, which I also told them.  At this point my mom left the room (she doesn't handle nausea well) and my dad was in the bathroom, so it was just me, the nurse, and the tech in the room.  I had another seizure.  When I woke up this time, there was half a dozen people crammed into my room watching my monitors and checking that I was responsive.  Now I knew we'd be here for the long haul.  One doctor told me they'd be admitting me to the hospital and doing a bunch  of tests to find out what the issue was.  I had another EKG, a chest x-ray, a flu test, an EEG, a CAT scan, a bunch of blood tests, an echo-cardiogram, and a whole bunch more tests I can't remember.  They wanted to rule out a brain tumor or heart problem. After spending the night in the hospital and meeting with half a dozen doctors, I got released and they blamed the seizures on a slight dip in my electrolytes that caused my blood pressure to plummet whenever I stood up, which in turn caused the seizures. 
After that family left the basement, a Puerto Rican woman and her 3 young sons moved in for about a week.  More school (boring) and then my parents friends from Chicago were with us.  They threw a bridal shower while they were here and everybody helped out to make sure it was PERFECT.  They were only here for a weekend, and after they left, my dad's second cousin and her husband came to stay for a few days.  I was on spring break then.  We went to a military gala on Saturday, and I had dinner with Ms. Maryland Teen 2017 and the Cover Girl 2017 from the same pageant.  They were also there helping.  I think my favorite part of helping out was getting to wear my Prom dress again.  I've worn it three times now and its always fun.  This weekend is Easter, and my parent's friends from Chicago are coming to stay for the weekend again.  I think that's everything. 

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.)

Yikes

SO yeah.  Its been a bop since I even thought about this blog.  A lot has happened in the 2 months since I've been on here, so lemme start from the beginning.  That guy I was writing about liking in the last post??? He's no longer a person I talk to.  While we were talking and hanging out and going to Prom together (or planning on it) he was also apparently talking to another girl.  Oh, and they started dating.  But he didn't want me to know any of this.  But, he decided that he didn't want to go to Prom with me anymore, but didn't want me to know about any of this either.  Oh, and he told all of this to one of our mutual friends, who told me soon after so I could tell him to go before he got the chance to ask.  Ya know, I did like him, but I know that I deserve to be treated better than that.  So I told him to go to Prom with her instead and that I'd find a new date (the last thing I need in my life is pity from a guy who is too insecure to be without a girlfriend).  And after weeks on end of not having a date, I finally got one, a day before paperwork was due (that worked out luckily).  But my new date gets his own paragraph.  But honestly, what goes around comes around, because I am now going to Prom with a 21 year old musician (who happens to be a former Hollister model) (ya girls gettin it) and my original date went through a total of 7 dates and is now going alone.  And not that I think going alone is something to be ashamed of (that was my plan for weeks) but I know that he does, and honestly, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't amused by his lack of a date.  When you're not good to people, they're not good to you.
So here we go.  I have a new date to Prom.  And we've been hanging out a lot.  A LOT.  Yikes.  Except he's the intern at my church which makes him technically my youth leader.  But since I'm 18 I don't really know if that matters.  But he's so sweet and honestly I'm dreading the day he has to leave (which, like any good hallmark movie is the same day as my graduation).  I was telling some of my guy friends about the stuff he's done for me, and the stuff we do when we hang out and they're all trying to tell me that he likes me (which wouldn't be an issue to be honest).  I'll fill you guys in.  We were playing with the worship team the weekend of my birthday, and I'm a lot younger than all the other people on the worship team.  They all asked me how old I was so I told them, 17.  Then he interjected and said "yeah, but she's 18 tomorrow!" So the next morning, between our church's 2 services, they all gave me a card and a muffin and candy and sang Happy Birthday to me.  And immediately after that, he and our youth pastor decided that he needed to run an "errand".  Well it turned out that "errand" was to get me an Oreo ice cream cake (we found an ice cream cake in the freezer a few weeks before and I said something about liking ice cream cake and he remembered and 2 days before we talked about how Oreos are the greatest things ever) and a birthday card.  But it's not just any ordinary card.  It plays a song, and it has a disco ball inside of it that spins.  Its an 8 dollar card.  EIGHT FREAKING DOLLARS ON A CARD.  Yikes.  So he and I are the worship leaders for the youth group, and we have rehearsals on Saturday nights (I usually work but I put it on the hurry up if I know he's waiting for me).  A few Saturdays ago, he texted me in the morning, and it was a video of him climbing onto the roof of the church, which again I'd said I wanted to do.  So that night, we went up on the roof (accompanied by 3 middle schoolers, mind you).  That same night we played hide and seek in the whole church.  He and I hid together in the kitchen and none of the kids had any idea where we were.  While we were in the kitchen, we got to talking.  I told him about being abused as a kid, and he totally got where I was coming from, and he told me about something similar that happened to him.  And ya know what?? As horrible as it sounds, I like that he can understand where I'm coming from.  I like that he gets it.  And if we ever got to be anything more than what we are right now, I know that he'd be understanding of my timeline of our events based on what I've been through.  But where was I??? Ah the kitchen,  The kids eventually found us (we got bored and moved spots).  And shortly after, all the kids except my sister's best friend (who I've known for her entire life) were gone.  He told me that he wanted ice cream.  So we raided the fridge (as usual) but all we found was root beer.  So we grabbed the root beer, jumped in my car and headed to Target at 10:30 on a Saturday night.  After running around the store like maniacs (as usual) we settled on chocolate and vanilla ice cream and headed back out to my car.  He said that he didn't want to mess up my car, so we opened the doors, stood on the seats, and used the roof of my car as a table to make our root beer floats, while blasting Katy Perry's Chained to the Rhythm.  I love our adventures. Yesterday, he was complaining to me about how he hadn't eaten in 24 hours (because he left his insulin at his grandparent's house when he visited them out of state for the weekend and being diabetic, can't eat carbs without insulin), so I took him to the grocery store and made him get food, and we ran around the grocery store like crazy people, as usual.  I just love spending time with him.  Oh yeah I almost forgot!!! He's the songwriter/ lead singer/ rhythmic guitarist for an indie band (and they're being offered a record deal when he goes back home) and they have music on iTunes and Spotify, and he asked me to help him with what he lovingly referred to as his "Taylor Swift breakup song" and I (of course) willingly obliged.  I wrote the bass line for it, and he asked me to record it for the song (so I did obviously) and he asked me to sing the harmonies for him which I also did. And he told me that I'd be listed as a composer on the album when it comes out which is super duper exciting.  I didn't even know that I could sing well, let alone well enough to be on iTunes.  But that was super fun to work on and super exciting.  All these people keep asking me if/ when I'm moving to Florida and if we're dating and when the wedding is and I don't even know if he likes me.  Like people I would never expect to say that kind of thing to me.  Like my parents "subtly" mentioning that they'll support me no matter where I live and talking about how great schools in Florida are.  Or my grandmother talking about how great she thinks he is and then randomly telling me how she got married right out of high school and it worked out great.  I don't know what to do.  But I know that on Saturday, we're going to get ice cream at my favorite little family farm around lunchtime, and then after I get off work we have rehearsal and he wants the whole band to help him record a song he wrote.  (He says the whole band, but it'll be mostly us, and we both know it).  I don't know if he likes me, but I don't wanna get my hopes up because he's only here for another 2 weeks,  But I'm gonna be in Disney a few days after he leaves, and he has season passes and has never been before and he said he might come visit me in Disney. (If it wasn't already obvious enough I SUPER want that to happen.)  I'm also like 90% sure that if he was like "Hey wanna get married and move home with me" I'd be like "Sure" and I'd leave everything and everyone I've ever known and restart my life.  Tomorrow is my last full day of High School and to be honest I hope I can spend all my time with him before he leaves after tomorrow.
But you've read the first paragraph of this long blog post, you know that my life hasn't been all sunshine and rainbows since I last wrote.  I was also diagnosed with Depression a few days before my birthday, and it caught me off guard at first.  I didn't believe it, how could I be Depressed, this was the happiest I'd been in years.  But the more I though about it, the more real it became.  So maybe a fresh start would be good for me.  Who knows.  If you guys wanna be helpful little stalkers, and actually give me advice on this whole post it would be much appreciated.  Feel free to be useful in the comments section.  Or not, ya know whatever works.  I'll make sure to fill you guys in on everything afteyr Saturday (is that a date???) Catch ya on the flip side.
Yikes I almost accidentally deleted this whole post tht would've been bad.

well this is awkward

So its a Tuesday.  Just your average snow day.  Except for I think I like a boy.  And by I think, I mean yes.  We've known each other for 4 years now, but we weren't close until like 2 weeks ago.  Oh and we were up texting until 4 in the morning on Sunday.  And ya know it was super worth the sleep deprivation.  And its super exciting because we're going to college together in the fall, so we KNOW we're gonna get 4 more years.  Oh and we're going to Prom together, but that's another story.  So yeah.  But last week he told me that he'd always wanted to talk to me, but didn't because ya know sarcastic pessimism, and death threats.  But the second he found out we stopped being friends, he started talking to me.  So she was apparently stopping me from being happy all around lol.  WHateverr.  I like him and idc.  #yolo #livelifeontheedge #allgoodinthehood

So yeah I (hopefully) will have a boyfriend soon. And I have all new friends.  And my life right now is A1 so imma keep on going the way I am mkay? alllllrrrriggghhhhtttttty then.  This is your FAVE formerly depressed teen living the lifeeeeeeeeeeeee.  k bye

Yes, I DO realize how long it's been

Yeah yeah. I already know I'm the worst.  I know its been forever since I wrote a blog post but whatever.  A lot has happened in a month and a half.  When I stopped writing, it was because I was in Disney World on a family vacation, (which was super fun) then my sister was STILL hogging the laptop, and I was tired of wasting my data by writing blog posts from my room (since I have no wifi there, and don't want anyone to know about this blog.  But I finally got a laptop!!! It's supposed to be for homework and college stuff, but whatever.  I finally have a computer all to myself.  I have also been super duper busy lately because I was apart of the pit orchestra for my school's production of Hairspray.  Our last show was this past Saturday.  I really enjoyed doing the show, it made me feel like I was a part of something more than myself, and like I had a huge hand in pulling off a Broadway musical.  I also made a lot of new friends through the show, which is great especially considering my lack of friends, since my 3 best friends decided to team up against me and ambush me in an IHOP back in early February/late January idk I don't really remember that well.  All I know is that I'm done with the three of them.  I've moved on to bigger and better things, and to be honest, I have no intention of apologizing, or attempting to rekindle the relationships, because if you really want to be friends with someone, you don't team up with 2 of your best friends and go against another "best friend" no matter what you think they've done.  But whatever.  I have new friends now, and I'm happy with where my life is headed now.