Dear Boys...

Dear boys,
              This is a letter depicting what you put me (and probably many other girls) through. I'll do my best to keep things business-like, but with us females and our emotions, you never know how it will go.
1st- When we get ready in the morning, (whether we want to admit it or not,) we've got one of you on our minds. We're dressing to impress you, doing our hair to impress you, wearing makeup to impress you, brushing our teeth extra-good in case we get to talk to you face-to-face. So please, let us know you noticed once in a while.
2nd- When you talk to us, let us know right off if we're going to be 'special' to you or not. It may hurt us in the beginning, but it will help us in the long run. It will probably help you too. Honesty is the best policy.
3rd- Keep up a conversation. Whenever there's awkward silences, whether when talking in person, on the phone, or in texting, I (we?) always beat myself up about that. I always wonder "what could i have said?" "What if he's telling his friends about this right now?" "What if he remembers that and brings it up later?" Let us know you're actually listening.
4th- You know all that stuff you read on the internet? That stuff that you think is cheesy? That nobody with any self respect would ever do? Yeah, we like it when you do that stuff. We like it when you shut us up with kisses, and kiss our foreheads, and call/text us late at night just to say "I love you." We love cheesiness. Why do you think we watch romantic comedies?
5th- Romantic comedies. Take us to them. It's the perfect place and time for you to make a move. Good luck.
6th- Walk us to class. (Or wherever.) Show us that you care enough about us to be late for once, and not that the world revolves around you.
7th- Please, please, please. Be HONEST. Yeah, honest. Don't lead us on. Don't give us false hope.

With all due respect, please read over this list and implement some changes. We'll be looking for them.
                                                                                      Sincerely yours,
                                                                                                 Females Everywhere.
PS: We love you.

I forgot to add this with my last post.

First of all, the dance/drumline thing I'm in had our first competition last Saturday!
And we got first place! :D
That is all.

Yeah, found this picture on the internet. WHUT.

Yes.

Yes, I have a boyfriend.
Yes, my boyfriend is amazing and wonderful, and I am incredibly happy that he finally asked me after what, like 6 months? Something like that.
Yes, I kiss him.
Yes, he has/had a reputation as a player.
Yes, I know that somewhere along the line, I'm probably going to get hurt.
Yes, I know it will hurt.
No, I do not care.
Why?
Because this is high school.
This is where we have room to make mistakes and figure out what we really want in life.
This is where it's okay to date someone COMPLETELY wrong for you, just because you feel like it.
This is where people realize that it's not smart to do drugs, or skip class, or other such things.
This is also where you can vent to whoever you want, say whatever you want, and blame it on the PMS. (No? Maybe that's just me.)
This is when it's acceptable to be stupid, because we're young.
Sure, we know it will all affect us somehow or another eventually, but right now? Who cares!
Right now, it's fun.
Right now, we know nothing will last, but that's okay, because life is a lot longer than my relationships.
Right now, I'm running out of things to say...

Anyway, how has everyone been? How are all my lovely followers?
I haven't posted in a while, and I feel like a butt for that. Ah well.
Like I said, this is high school, I have room for mistakes. Cut me some slack, guys. ;)

I think that's actually all I have to say. Hmm. This is odd, isn't it?
No? Maybe it's just me then.

Love you guys.

"feeling conflicted"

I lay here alone,
wishing I was someone else,
but knowing that I must
be happy with who God made me to be.

Ever have one of these moments?
Haha yeah, that above is how much I suck at writing poetry. We'll leave that to Janae and Kat and them.
Ah well.
So you know how people always say "Life's too short to have regrets"?
Well, they're right.
Guys, never not do something because you're scared of being judged. Yeah, I say all the time that "I don't care what people think", etc, but seriously? Who believes that? Most of us act that way but somehow, deep down inside, every bad thing we've ever heard said about ourselves sticks with us. And we remember it. ALL OF IT.
I remember in (correct me if I'm wrong, because this is a memory I tried hard to forget.) 7th grade, when I earned the title of "Slut." I thought my world was ending.
Now I'm at a huge public school, and I've heard it all. Slut, whore, ugly bitch, you name it. But the funny thing is, it hurt more coming from people I don't know.
Why?
Because they don't know who I really am.
When Chris called me a slut, he was pissed, and he probably still hates me, but that's his loss now. I've long since moved on from his sorry little big-foreheaded self and forgotten about him and his petty little insults.
When those blondes in the bathroom called me that, it cut deep. If someone's first impression of me is "ugly bitch," then clearly, one of us is doing something wrong.
And I certainly, desperately, hope it's not me.
That's all for tonight. I love you guys.
PS: Next post will be more cheery. Sorry bout that.
PSS: On the upside, things are looking up for the whole Ty vs. Sam thing. Up for me, at least. Perhaps not the rest of ya'll. ;)
Much love.

So...

So what do ya'll think would happen if I started posting my stories?
That's basically all I had to say, so I'm out.
Deuces.

Pictures.

See, I told you guys the next post would be more interesting.
Sometimes I find these pictures and I'm like, "THE WORLD NEEDS TO SEE THIS."
So here are some of my favorites.

If I was the guy, I would totally do that.
Heck, when I get a jacket like that, I WILL do that.

Poor guy.

I. Am. Assassin.

Welp, you heard it guys, I am Assassin.
No seriously.
I joined this Drum-Line/Dance competition group. I'm one of 10 dancers, (and between us, I'm seriously one of the better ones. Not being stuck up, scout's honor.) amongst 14 drummers. [4 Quads, 5 Snares, and 4 Basses.]
It's super super fun, sorta like that family-bonding thing we get during Musical season at CPLS. :)
Our first practice was today, and it was 12 hours long. We got 2 1-hour breaks for lunch and dinner, and aside from that, we basically practiced all day.
However, everyone knows that no Oi-post is complete without reference to some injury.. My right hand (thumb bone) is incredibly swollen because of a section of the choreography we do, and it hurts a lot.. My thighs are sore from counting rhythms, and my feet hurt from being barefoot most of the day. That's that.
Oh yeah, the Assassin part. My drumline nickname is Assassin, as in the assassin girl from the movie Hanna.
It went like this:
Mr O: What's your name, Dancer #3?
Me: Hannah.
Mr O: Like the assassin? Cool. You're our assassin, k?
Me: Awesome.

And that was that.
Stay sexy, guys. I love you all.

Oh PS: I'll post about something cool next time, promise.