ugh.

I'm a little upset. Not very. Just a little.
I'm in the band at school, I play trumpet. We're going on a lovely cruise down the coast of California April 12-19th, so close! ahhh! Well my mom absolutely INSISTED on coming so I was cool with it. She originally said, "I want to chaperone if I can, but if I can't then I'll just buy a separate boarding pass for the cruise ship and just tag along." Well, she was fortunate enough to get a spot on the chaperone list.

Tonight, I tell her how excited I am and suddenly my stupid sister opens her mouth and goes, "I don't Mom is going to like being a chaperone. I don't think you can drink or anything."

Then my mom starts FREAKING out about how she paid so much moneyyyy and now she finds out she won't be able to drink or party or do anything worth her while. She starts saying how this is MY fault because I waited too long to give her the details, (that she can't consume alcohol while supervising highschool students...gee, ma, sorry I left that one out!) From here, I choose to leave the room after telling her how incredibly rude she's behaving.

What I wanted to say was, "This trip isn't about you. It's about me. It's what I've been working towards for 9 years. You begged to come just so you could see me. Had I known you just wanted a vacation with some background music I wouldn't have gotten you on the list."

I'm sick of this shit.

What is it about my ears...

that screams "PLEASE PUT ME IN YOUR MOUTH" ?????
The new boy likes ears too.
What to do, what to do!?
Well, I think I like him very much so I won't do much about it; in the meantime, I'll just make sure to be extra thorough with my q-tip.

It's funny how things work out.

Joe is back with his ex girlfriend. Well, I'm not sure they're officially dating, but they've been spending a lot of time together.
I posed a question to my boss as to why he would ditch me and go back with her, and he gave me quite the enlightening response.

Here's why I asked- in the entire 3-4 months Joe and I dated he never did more than kiss me. There was plenty of opportunity, I mean plenty.
We sort of separated once but then shortly after, we started talking again and met up at CCSU. Remember? Then we tried it out for another month or so and it ended with him saying he didn't want to "hurt me."

He called a few times after that but I was pretty much done.
Now he's back with his sex-obsessed ex-girlfriend.
Alas, the object of my confusion was, he never even made a move on me, but seemed to like me a lot. Then! he dumps me and goes back to his past nymph. Ironic, eh? If all he was looking for was booty, I would have skipped all the emotional crap and worked out some sort of agreement...a little FWB, for ya? (friends with benefits)

I'm totally kidding, but that's besides the point.
My boss told me the real reason he dumped me and went back was because he clearly still had feelings for his ex and didn't see our situation going any further until he sorted things out with her. Fair enough.

This makes entirely TOO much sense. Now I'm left with the mystery as to WHY he couldn't just tell me. It had nothing to do with me. How could I be hurt by that? It was ending either way, a little honesty could have smoothed things over immediately.

I'm content. I deleted his number from my phone.


I've been seeing the new boy frequently.
My current mission is to woo him into loving me.
Shouldn't take too long so feel free to practice a few exercises to improve the ol' lung capacity until I report back with good news. ;)

Punch drunk love?

To recount the past week's events in a timely manner:

-Realized that I can never go back to ex, and decided to mack it on his best friend
-Joe has tried a few times to get in contact with me but there's just no hope for him
-My ear-obsessed dream boy texted me saying he wants to hang out when he gets home from college next week
-I've taken quite a liking to the White Stripes, I'll elaborate more later
-I gave up the whole Lent thing. I love meat, call me a sinner.
-I really need to play catch-up on all of your blogs.


So! The new boy:

He's my ex-boyfriends best friend but that hardly matters; it just serves as a lovely device to inspire jealousy. He's devilishly attractive and a little untrustworthy. We have been texting like fiends and I met up with him today. He reserved a bottle of Cabernet for the two of us, so we cracked that bad boy open minutes after my arrival. The next two hours are a complete blur but they are mostly comprised of a lot of flirting and him backing me into a hallway and kissing me.
Later, we went down to the basement to listen to the White Stripes where he (I know this sounds pretty corny, but bare with me) sang along in my ear and gave me a whole new meaning to the lyrics, "Soft hair and a velvet tongue, I wanna give you what you give to me."

Amidst all of our punch-drunk love, some girl took me aside to tell me that typically he hits it and quits it. He goes from girl to girl and doesn't think twice when he gives her the news that it might be a smart idea to stop talking.
Now! If we recall to my last post, I'm certainly not up for any more of that shit.
Alas, my guard will be up. However! his very good friend, mine as well, told me he's never seen him like this around one of his many girls. So maybe, things will be different.

Either way, it'll make for a good blog post. OPA!