But I've been busy. I caught up in my school work, for the most part, have been spending every spare second I have with the boy, and quit smoking. Oh, and I got my braces off. There's more, but those are the main points I guess.
In regards to school, I hate it. But it's Christmas break right now. Or "winter" break I guess. Whatever. I'm hoping it'll be easier to stay caught up next term. The real lit teacher will be back, I've missed her so much. That should make it about 32 times easier to pass her class. Seeing as her assigmnents aren't shit. If I really am taking Math 111, it shouldn't be too difficult, because I'll only have one person who I even talk to in that class; therefore, no distractions. But I don't know what any of my other classes are, so I can't plan anymore.
The boy is perfect. All I have to do is look at him and it feels like everything inside me is melting, but in a good way. He holds me so tight, and kisses me so sweetly. I don't know why, but whenever I'm snuggled up against his chest I feel like crying. I'm not sad, I just get teary eyed and sniffly. I don't understand it at all. It's never happened to me before. Maybe it's just cause he smells so good my senses lose control of themselves and...Yeah, I don't know. Ha. But anyways, he is amazing. There are little things, but they're never his fault. Just stupid things, like his truck breaking down, so he can't come see me as soon as I want. Things like that make me angrier than they should. I'm pretty sure it's just that whole subconscious "he's too good for me, I need to be with an asshole who's just using me so I'm gonna make up some bullshit to ruin the relationship" thing. The same way I've always tried to push the good boys away before. Whenever I've been with one, I've made up all these excuses, made their flaws seem bigger than they are. But with him, I'm not anywhere near as extreme. I couldn't tell you what changed, but something definately did. And I'm ok with that. I don't know what I'll do when he leaves though. January 13th is really sneaking up on me.
Quit smoking. Boy's fault. Today's 3 weeks and 2 days I believe. I've had three dreams about smoking, and haven't had nearly as many breakdowns as I would expect. The worst was a couple days ago. I was drunk, and almost cried when no one would let me have a cigarette. It was pretty pathetic, but whatever. I didn't do it, so no biggie.
Braces are off. It's been a week and a half or so? I don't remember. All I know is when they first came off, I spent at least two hours smiling in the mirror. In all honesty. Cute, huh?
I need to figure out how to block people on here, or something. And change the link. Girls are so dumb.
