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Like a boy?

So yeah, my Phillies team made it all the way to the World Series--in fact, I'm watching it right now, wearing my Phillies shirt, grasping my Phillies towel, all with my Phillies hat on backwards. What can I say? I'm a HUGE fan.

So there isn't a lot to report on lately...

I sort of have a boyfriend...sort of. I've been "talking" (or whatever the hell you want to call it, I prefer "dating") this boy. I'm opposed to nickname making at this point, so we'll just call him T. He's very nice to me, if not somewhat nerdy. But I've established my nerdiness, so its not that bad. I dunno what else to say. I like him. It's not bad.

Buttttt...on the side...

Yeah, I'll admit, I've got another dude on the side. THIS DOES NOT MAKE ME A SLUT. At least I don't think it does. I mean, you'd have to look at it from my situation as well. But I've been hanging out with this other guy for a few months now, and we basically just call each other up when we're bored. We've never gotten past third base, so it's not THAT serious. We're teenagers. We're young. Might as well misbehave while we still can, right?

Right?

The only thing is, I haven't agreed to be T's girlfriend yet because of this. Is that wrong? I know he won't be okay with it, so I haven't told him about it. I told T that I do talk to other guys and sometimes chill with other guys, but I'm not serious about it.

Ugh, I don't know. I can't believe I'm letting this stuff distract me from SCHOOL...SO lame.

In the words of my infamous love..."You need to breathe relax and cheer up"

Yeah, that's a story for another day...

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