Everybody Loves Ray 2.0
I created this blog to give you little glimpse into the lives of the awkwardly fabulous. I love all the people who care enough to be captivated. Kisses!
Friday, August 5, 2011
So. Have a date tonight. and this should be a source of joy and butterflies. And it really is, especially when you've waited 3 weeks for it. But nobody really knows how these things will turn out, least of all me. I've been stood up, dumped, cheated on... so trust isn't exactly something many boys earn. Hopefully this one does. It just feels... different this time. Like there's no hesitation in the back of my mind like there usually is. So you can see why this might be a source of stress. I'm not sure exactly what to do, except wait, which, by the way, I suck at doing. Fun times. All I know right now is I have a raging case of head-spinning nervousness and a lack of any sugar in the house.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Holy. Crap. Exclamation Point
It's official: I am the bitchiest human being on the planet. A guy friend of mine just told me he's in love with me... and I can't reciprocate the feeling. And the worst part is that 50% of my feelings are anger towards him. Like, why couldn't he let things be when he knows I'm not into him like that? I mean, I've been told before that guys I didn't like thought I was cute, sweet, smart... I can deal. But in love??? That's taking it to a whole other level, one that I do not understand how to deal with. All I know is that I can't tell him anything but lies. Me, who's usually so outspoken against fake people and bullcrap, can't tell the truth to one guy
You Take My Hand and Drag Me Headfirst, Fearless
I am currently awake at almost 4 AM watching Taylor Swift on Youtube and obsessing over auditions for my school TV station's anchor positions. The butterflies in my gut are whispering how stupid this is, but Taylor tells me to be fearless, so I'll go with my wife and soulmate's advice on this one. Screw it. Besides, do I really want to give my jealous fans the satisfaction of not showing up? That's what haters are, really: fans who become too jealous. Therefore, what is there to hate about them? They are merely professing their admiration the only way they know how. One of the best things about being in theater is that you eventually lose all your pride, because of the silly vocal and physical warmups you have to do. At this point, I think nothing of it. So why am I still worrying about this? Well, as Taylor Swift would say, "These things will change." One more shout-out to my love: <3 <3 <3
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Sex and the Home of Blues
Summer is supposed to be the season of love, when those cheesy-ass romances are supposed to bloom like a rose, or something. But what about those of us who aren't that lucky? Those of us who have to spend those precious three months watching other couples frolic in the sand and feed each other chocolate strawberries? We try to handle it in different ways. We bury ourselves in work, a creative hobby, or we become the flirtacious life of the party. All to cover up the fact that we're sick of sitting on the sidelines like a chess club member at a junior high dance. Is it so wrong to find comfort in having someone to just flirt with and help you feel like a member of the club? Can it really be that bad to just want to have fun without having to go through all the messiness that even a casual relationship entails? Sometimes casual flirtation can be a good thing, but at other times we're accused of being teases, leading people on. Does this put us in the same category as the cheating, manipulating men we hope to avoid by not getting too close? Or are we merely cautious, smart even, to not get tangled up in a cliched, tangled romance that has about a 50% chance of making it past the 6 month mark?
Friday, May 20, 2011
This is a Title
It's been a while since I've written, so I figured I'd again now, even though no one reads this freaking blog anyway. But, whatever. For my nonexistant imaginary readers, I will gratify your salivating need for my poetic words. Blogs are supposed to be about your life, right? What goes on? Well, what if you have no life? Because lately, because all of my friends have their own things going on, it's pretty much been a solo ride. I miss them, but it's not like I have any right to complain. They're following their passions. I'm watching Comedy Central and practicing chords on my guitar. I guess I could write about stuff like politics or whatever, if that stuff didn't make me want to listen to Rebecca Black over and over again. Or I could be the female version of Perez Hilton, only with better hair. But of course I'm too nice to write about my friends' and my various scandals, as if we had any. So that leaves... what? My pathetic lamenting over my lack of a love life? Some whiny crap about how nobody understands me or my life? Hmm... Nah, too tired/irritated at my brother and his chromosomally challenged friends to think about it now. But rest assured, my fictional fans, I will fulfill your dreams/fantasies all in good time.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Random Boringness and Blahblahblah
Haven't been writing lately... mainly because I'm lazy. But I miss this blog and my nonexistent followers, so here goes it again. School's ending soon, in about 2 weeks, for which I am eternally grateful. I shall finally be an upperclassman. Aka a Junior Jewel. Hopefully it'll be better than sophomore. Actually, I looked up the definition. Sophomore means "moron" in Latin. Ain't that the truth? Of course I wasn't allowed to see Ke$ha when she came a few weeks ago, because my parents have not grasped that unlike the majority of the teen population, I have no desire to wake up in some dumpster, hungover, when I go out. Yes, I am aware that this blog is not particularly exciting. But that's what you get when you have no life, you insatiable bloodthirsty readers. Of which, of course, there are none, but still. I do, however, have a piece of very exciting news. Scroll below to read...
HA!! Don't believe everything you read. Share the disappointment.
HA!! Don't believe everything you read. Share the disappointment.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Damn Regret
Went to the Black and Neon 2 Rave last night. Something was weird. Normally at parties I'm the crazy one, the one up for anything. But when I was there I felt sort of... awkward. I felt too shy to ask anyone to dance, and honestly didn't really enjoy myself as much as I probably was expected to. Probably because the strobe lights made me feel a little weird. It worries me, though. Maybe I've gotten too comfy with the same group of people. I need to branch out some more, I think. There's supposed to be another one tonight, bigger than the last one. I might go, just to make up for last night. Either way, somehow I need to get that energy back. And the quest begins...
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