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Yeah. Unavailable guys are a fucker.I met up with him after work...to talk. Went like this: We were sitting at the table in Starbucks, and I started to fidget with the ring I wear on my left middle finger. It's some sort of chain-like design, supposed to symbolize ever-lasting life...or something. But he noticed I was wearing it, and asked me if I knew what it meant. I told him what I said above, and he says, "Yeah. It's Celtic." Me: "Oh great, something Irish..." (Jokingly. He's Irish and I'm Italian, so we always joke about the lovely differences between our heritages.) Him: "Yeah. I know...because I have one." Then he holds up his hand, and on his left ring finger, he's wearing a ring SCARILY similar to my own. This is just ANOTHER thing to add to the repertoire of Reasons Why We Should Be Together. He agrees. The chances of all of those things being similar between ANY two people...!! Well, let's just say I'm still going a l...

Do yourself a favor. Don't get involved with guys that have girlfriends. A short, messy history, fast forwarded to now... I work with this guy who likes me a lot. I like him a lot. Seems innocent enough, right? Well of course, he has a girlfriend. I say we can be friends, but I cross lines and break rules. He crosses lines and breaks rules. I'm a dirty mistress. I'm trying to end it, now, before anyone else (besides myself) gets hurt (mainly his girlfriend) but he won't... fucking ...LetItGo!

Sweet, sweet victory. Yes, I passed my driver's test. And the three days that I have spent driving have been amazing. I feel the independence, the grown-uppedness, the FREEDOM! It's thrilling. Truly thrilling. And it's almost perfect timing too. Things are just starting to get pretty complicated, haha. Softball's starting, I'm working, I have Youth and Government, I'm struggling to get my minimum amount of Key Club hours, and this week is... MIDTERMS! Yeah, get excited, haha. No, I'm a bit nervous, I have two of my hardest classes on the same day. Tomorrow I only have Spanish, so I can leave by 10 am. But then this girl Amelia needs me to tutor her in French, so I'm heading over to her house at 10:30. Good thing I can drive, huh?!? Haha. Maybe I'll learn something in the process, seeing as I've never really studied too much for a language midterm because they've always come pretty easy to me. I'm actually going to have to study this year....

I got a haircut for the first time in a year. =) Qu'en pensez-vous?

You know what's depressing? Again, this has to do with thinking one thing, and being told another, and just...well, screwing up your whole sense of this and that and all of the above . Well, for the longest time, I thought I was a pretty smart girl. I can be clever, witty, snarky, and sometimes even a bit...I don't know...um, an insufferable Know-It-All Spell-checker Grammar Snob? I've always been proud of that. But then I realized I live in the most culturally unaware, ridiculously protected, and horribly ignorant town in the America. Therefore, in the ranking of the Smarts of Life, I was ranked OUTRAGEOUSLY low. Like, embarassingly ignorant. Sure, I keep up with current events, and I am somewhat of a nerd. I feel like I know a lot of things for a mere sour-sixteen year old, but it does not even compare . There are GENIUSES out there, all over the place. And I bet they feel a lot better about themselves than I do. You want to know how they started their continuous str...

"And so it comes down, and I don't know anything..." So today...oh, today. This morning, I woke up and showered, and as usual, I didn't dry my hair. I don't usually do it anymore because the blow-dryer is so immensely damaging to my already split-ends. I pulled half of it up into a playful little side ponytail (NOT in the disgustingly 80's way, I'll show you what I mean some time) and got ready for school. My ride was late. So I texted him, and then called him. When I called him, my conversation was sort of...ehh, violent 's too strong of a word...more like...vivid. He showed up, extremely pissed off, and his windshield was not even defrosted. I had NO IDEA how he drove to my house without crashing. And he was very, very angry. APPARENTLY, his mother didn't make his tea according to his fancy. This was my first tip-off to something that I seriously considered later...but I'll get to that. (Edit: Probably in another post.) So he was angry that ...