The title. Its not what you think. To start off, I'll explain to you as best I can where I sit now, and what my position is in life. So simple, hopefully, I wont have to jump on a train when everyones on a boat... I hope you got that because if not, I have already failed and this is only my fourth sentance.
Hi. My name is to be anonymous for the remainder of this blog. But you can just call me Pickles. Well you dont have to call me anything. Im just an autographer of my life, that you can read but youre not required to know my name. Unless it irritates you. So you can just imagine my name being pickles. Even though its nowhere close. Oh god im a terrible writer.
Im just doing this to pass time while I wait for the world to spin a full rotation, and also because im still a full-time student and I do have homework to work on. And being a full time student means im still learning, so dont kill me about grammar or spelling. I am a regular procrastinator like other students, but im a writer, unlike some. If you dont think i should be a writer judging from my first few paragraphs, then fine. Im sorry. Like I said, im doing this to pass time.
Currently im sitting in an air-conditioned office my mom works at, watching people walk back and forth. Earlier I was doing what they now have to do. Paperwork, organization, and stapleing. Lots and lots of stapleing. Part time volunteer. My back is to a corner so no one sees that im not actually doing homework, and even though this is so, i have also already failed at that. One of the ladies who works here walked up to me and peeked at my screen, looked at me and smiled, just as I was looking at some youtube videos of my school, and people I know. She then asked me to look some mountain clips for her.
What the fuck lady? Excuse my language but that is very rude. Especially when im trying not look suspicious and sneaky.
Anyway. Ive been here for almost nine hours already. I took a break two hours ago to do my so called "homework". So far the most exciting part of my time here is after lunch when the bosses son gets here, and we have those close encounters in the laundry room. He is the most attractive asian boy I have ever seen, and im not even attracted to asian boys! He has a firm jaw and chin, and his hair is jet black, and I guess because he just cut it, it spikes up now. I like his one earing (or two im not sure) and his stripped polo shirts. He looks damn smooth. He is-- Oh damn, hot guy just walked in! Nice baby face local boy! He ties with the bosses son, lets just call him Mike.
Anyway, everytime Mike walks by hes looking at me. Maybe its just cuz he can sense me looking at him but hey who wouldnt? Plus hes not even the guy that I like. The guy i been crazy about for a while is a big hawaiian. His eyes are amazing, nice big lips and I dont even think i would be self conscience sitting on his lap! All my ex boyfriends were skinny little things... And im not a skinny-mini either. Im not fat or anything, but im big boned. Athletes body. Kinda chubby by the waist but im definitly not fat...
Maybe I should describe myself a little more so you better understand my blog huh? Alright. Well im going to be a Senior in highschool, grad year 2011. Im half tongan, quarter hawaiian, filipino. 5'4" I think, and I play softball. I live on the island of Oahu, and I love it here. My family is loving, big time. Sometimes a little suffocating, but its all good intentions. I love em anyway, no matter what. Sometimes i dont listen and im a bit stubborn. I really think ive got a hold of things but somethings always gotta prove me wrong. I make mistakes like everyone else. And sometimes I do things I thing is right, even when its wrong. For example, this blog. Probably not the best thing to do, writing about my life, and putting it up for the world to see. This kind of stuff is VERY kapu when it comes to my family. That just means frowned upon, banned, taboo, etc. But this is my arguement. NO ONE KNOWS WHO I AM. Im being very careful not to give up personal details. I have a personal email just for this blog, and dont use it for anything else. Shouldnt I be allowed to express myself? Theres no way to do it anyway else, and plus, im a tech girl.
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So yeah. Thats me. Im lazy, my favorite color is purple, im crazy for a boy who, lets just say his name is Richard, is just as cute as I am. Im hoping I get to see him in the near future, so i can have an excuse to bring him up to my dad. We have a story behind out very new relationship, that may or may not exist and here it is...
Richard moved here early in my Junior year. The previous summer I had become infatuated with a boy that didnt even like me. Or, I wasnt his first choice. Something like that.
Going on, during the time that he and his brother started attending our school i was with... said white boy we will just call Wonder Bread. Just cos i dont like him. I kept hearing stuff about Richards brother. How hot he was, and how girls were going crazy aobut his eyes and body an stuff. I HAD to see who it was. So i did. His brother, uh... Jeremy! Jeremy was as cute as they said. But I was with Wonder Bread so i didnt care.
Then towards the end of the school year, maybe a month or two left of school, I was already over with Wonder Bread because he had finally accepted his first choice for who she was. I really dont want to go over the issue with him, so well cover him later.
Anyway, I ran into a friend I always see in the same bathroom at least twice a day. She started going off about Richard, and yeah i had noticed him by then but he wasnt anything special. He just looked like a big cruiser. And he was. But i didnt know why she was talking to me about him. Finally she told me that he liked me and had a crush on me for a while. I didnt understand because, well, he never showed any signs at all that he liked me. Usually this is how it started though.
The guy has a friend talk to the chick, and then they start making eye contact, they get eachothers number and they start texting! But hello, i had no phone. So obviously two modern teenagers couldnt get together... WRONG
I told my friend that if hes interested he needs to talk to me. I cant go after him cuz that would just show my dad im weak if Richard and I ever started anything together. I hope you get the relationship between my dad from that. Hes a typical overprotective father. Ill probably cover him later with Wonderbread and stuff like that...
MOVING ON. So days pass and i get.... Nothing.
Pretty soon my younger sisters friend who was "involved" with him at one point starts talking to me too. Putting in a good word for him, I tell her the same thing. That he needs to man up and come talk to me. This was getting very old very fast. As the year draws to a close, and the girls keep pushing him on me, he keeps quiet. Not once looking at me, and not once showing any signs of interest. Soon i was getting pretty sad that the years almost over especially since hes a senior. I wouldnt ever see him again on a regular basis. But then...
It just HAD to be the last day for seniors. I took my usual route during seventh period, right past his art class. I went EVERY time seventh period, because thats how i get to the bathroom, and it gave me a chance to see his face, especially cause he faced me on the table closest to the door. I know, its kinda stalkery, but i got interested after a while. Anyway. I made sure my hair was fixxed and stuff in the bathroom... Then as i was just about to walk down the stairwell, i hear a low
"hey"
from behind me.
After that i was done. hooked. falling.
Oh not down the stairs, but you know what i mean. I turned around and i seriously couldnt stop smiling. i looked like an idiot... but he was pretty sweet...
"So uh, did Dustin give you my number?" he said.
"Oh yeah, he did"
"Ah that fricka, i never told him to do that, he just kinda told me he did"
I seriously could not be offended by that at all at that point.
"So what you doin afta sku?"
I could NOT hang out with him.
"oh sorry... im busy."
"Nah its all good."
then i told him i had to leave and he told me wed cruz sometime. when i walked back to class, I had THE stupidest smile on my face that would not go away...
Ahh alright. Im interupted only because i might not have a chance to finish... so ill just leave it as...
TBC
