What is going on in my mind?
I really don't know what's up with me this week. A rush of hormones I guess...sorry about the tmi-ing it's just who I am....accept it. Anyways Afro (the name for the boy who I was talking about in the last post...also short for aphrodisiac and no I refuse to explain what the word means look it yourselves you lazy buggers or get a dictionary and just learn and go back to school) he's been all, "I want a hug."
"No I hate you."
"No you don't you love me."
"...yeah I do."
"So gimme a hug."
"NO!"
"You know you want to."
"Shut up."
*Bear hug*
"Let go of me."
"You know you like it."
"Get away from me."
"Isn't this nice."
"I'm really uncomfortable."
"Mmm."
"Let me go you're hurting me."
"Mmm."
*Shove*
"You're so annoying."
"You know you enjoyed it."
"No...maybe...yeah."
"You love me don't you Ms.Loco."
"Yeah I love you."
Random dude > "You love me as well don't you."
Me > "No."
Etc....All the above text where I spoke was said without a hint of emotion except sarcasm.
Life goes on...but I still wanna make out with Afro. For some REALLY WEIRD REASON WHICH I AM CURRENTLY UNAWARE OF. I am so sorry this is turning into your average teenage girl sob story, yes I am pathetic, yes I am acknowledging the fact that I am pathetic, but that doesn't make me any less pathetic. Omg I just stuck in a Mean Girls quote go me.
On the other hormonal side of my life...there's Jobby. There's many reasons why he's called Jobby. Some are not really appropriate for me to elaborate on but you get the idea. I only meet him for a few hours...but trust me...I was completely infatuated...not love just infatuation. Is it the same thing? I dunno. Anyways, we went to see All Time Low (a band) and there were six people and six tickets. Hmm what to do. Well, the tickets belonged to the three girls so the three boys had to stand outside and ask the dodgy people to look for tickets...but they didn't have any. So the poor boys (who reminded me of the Jonas Brothers but way cooler and fitter) had to beg and plead to get it and a few hours later they did and Jobby was so excited he rushed through the doors and kissed each of us on the side of the head. Jello knees. Jello mind. About to fall at your feet. Falling falling falling GODAMMIT WOMAN STAND UP STRAIGHT.
I got to hold Jobby's hand because going through those crowds at concerts you can broken up really easily, so we all held hands. Of course I didn't stand next to him on purpose so he would reach his hand out to me, I promise! When we were in the crowd jumping up and down as well I promise I didn't shove people out of the way so I could get closer to him. I promise I didn't enjoy the fact that crowds are so tightly packed together you are practically grinding on everyone around you. And finally, I promise I didn't like when he held onto me that little bit longer when we hugged goodbye.
Ahh teenagers and their brains...what you gonna do? Nada.
I had something else to say...something muy importante. Can't remember.
I apologize for the lack of...matureness. Nevertheless...WHATEVER BLAD!
Ms.Loco xoxo
I tried to make paragraphs because then it's easier to read...I tried I promise!
Labels: afro, boys, jobby, love
Friday, 9 October 2009
8:38 pm