It’s been a long time since I wrote anything at all in here. Like evrybody else says: I haven’t got time. And that’s not entirely true. I’ve got lots of time, but I use it on other stuff.
Well, one of the reasons why I haven’t updated is that we had a leek in our house. Inside the wall in my room, actually. So I had to move out from there and they smashed the walls. So my computer is lying lonely inside the basement, and I’m using my dad’s. Which I’m not able to use much, ’cause he’s always using it.
Anyway, stuff has happened lately. I went to my friends place, and we slept in the tent. It was so much fun! I didn’t get to talk to her adorable brother much, he wa just sitting in his room with his computer (smart guy, you know, hacker and everything.) But he came out late at night. I was talking to his sister about Mistah Blue, and how we’d been in love with eacother. I was just about to tell her about the part were we’re happy together now (as onloy friends), but thaqn: “Hi girls!” Prince charming came and interrupted me. I wonder how much he heard! Oh my, he mustn’t get the wrong idea, I’ll kill myself if he thinks I still like Bluey.
Yeah, I haven’t told you have I? I’m not pissed at him anymore. I’m growing quiet fond of our friendship. He likes me, I like him, as friends. He’s like this really big annoying brother, it’s weird. I find it hard to believe I was even in love with him, it would never have worked out, we don’t fit that way. So I’m good friends with him and his girlfriend. They’re cute together, the perfect match! And it’s fine that way. I wouldn’t want it any other way than this.
And then there’s Brownie. Whom I am falling harder for each day that passes. It’s kind of disturbing to go to the same school. My subconsciousness move my feet to anywhere he might appear. It’s like in the song “Rockstar” by (UGH!!) Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus. “Sometimes I walk a little faster in the school hallway, just to get next to you. Some days I spend a little extra time in the morning, just to impress you.” And that’s how it is. I walk to the third floor (where he’s classroom is) for no good reason, just in case I might get a glimpse of him. I sit in the halls every free minute, ’cause he might walk by. IT’s really annoying. I can’t get any work done in class, beacuse I just stare out the window, in case he has PE or reccess.
This other day I met him in the hall. He stopped to talk to his sister, me standing a feet away. He looked into my eyes, even though he was talking to her. And once again, time stopped, life was a perfect existens. Love, oh, love. Why do you torture me at the same time as you bring me happiness above imagination?
