Boys, Being Behind, and Baths

Hello to you all!

Yes, I haven't posted in a while. Yes, I am really going to try to post on here. I have started plenty of posts and deleted them half way through because I thought they were dumb. Tonight, I will post something regardless of how good I think it is. I am free from my shackles of perfection!

Blogspot, I think I need to tell you something. Something critical about my life. That thing is  this-- I like  a boy. Many of you are probably thinking that that is no big deal for a sixteen year old girl. It is for this sixteen year old girl. I am so damn picky. You have no idea. I also dislike most boys at my school as people and the others are not fit for me to date. Of the boys at school I know I only can imagine myself dating one of them, but even then not so much. We're just friends.

Anyway, I positively adore this particular boy. Not only was he completely obsessed with Harry Potter and the fandom during the same period of time that I was, but he had bad acne like I did and dresses incredibly well. We talk about fashion together. He is in no way a  homosexual. Not at all. He scored in the top .5% in the country on the PSAT. He's attractive. He is intelligent. Within the first few weeks of our friendship we began to think the same things at the same time. It was weird. We are so ridiculously similar yet so different and AH. It's wonderful. He was my first kiss.

Now for the downer-- he's at college. He is at college as a freshman 7 hours away from me by car. Also, he was a long distance relationship with a girl who lives on the east coast (we're in the midwest). They went to high school together and she graduated in 2008. No, he was not cheating. Just by the way. They have an incredibly open relationship. And oh yeah-- she likes girls too. Good for her, but can't she just have girls and give me him? Please?

I mean, who knows if I can even have him. We go to the same summer camp, and that is a huge part of my life as well as his, so we'll see what happens. He was a counselor there this past summer.  I was a counselor in training. Mmm. Scandalous. The story of us meeting and getting together is actually a wonderful story.

He left for college the Friday before the last week of August and is hopefully returning mid-October. I'll keep you all updated :) I think we'll all be lovely friends. I'm excited.

I'm about 70 pages behind in my AP United States History reading. I have an AP English essay tomorrow-- our first. I am sosososo scared. It's in class, by the way. It's about foils. I'm doing Hamlet. Now, I am an incredibly intelligent young lady. My damn anxiety disorder holds me back. I'm on meds for it now but I'm still dealing with how to actually do homework and believe in myself. We'll see how that goes as well. I'll let y'all know.

I'm from Minnesota, by the way. Eden Prairie, to be exact. I LOVE COMMAS!

Now I am going to take a bath, read my AP reading for tomorrow, and go to bed.

All my love,

Amanda

Sexy: Teitur. He is my favorite musician. Google him! Oh, and boy, of course. Shall we come up with a code name for him? My lovely friend Marion comes up with the codenames, although I suppose the online codename should be different from the IRL codename. How about Levi? We'll stick with that, man. Okay. Tangent done! It's what I do.

Unsexy: Strands of hair that stick to the side of the bathtub/shower. SICK.