Who we are

At some point I think I want to become an English teacher... It's mostly because I love the language and I want to master it better and be able to teach it out, but also because my English teacher Now SUCKS! He's terrible! He can't teach for shit!
I don't think he even finished his studies to be honest.

Anyways, after I've had a somewhat successful career as a baker I want to be a teacher :) Just think of all the fun stuff I could to with those hormonal boys in High School hehehe.
I'M KIDDING!!!

Been working out for the past two weeks. Every weekday morning (almost, I take every other Friday off the weeks I work) I get up bright and early, eat breakfast (bitches need coffee) and go to the gym.
One of the main reasons is because I get to eat whatever the fuck I want at the bakery I'm interning at.
But now that I've ordered and gotten Leia the cause is different. I want to get abs! I want to look as sexy as possible in the outfit! There can be No fat hanging out anywhere! Only my boobs of course, but they, sadly, go away when I work out.
So I shake my boobs as if my life depended on it! But I will have to stuff the bra for that evening. No way around it.
Fit bitches don't have big boobs. If they do, they're fake. Reality sucks.


Also, we tried do decide when we were going to go lasertaging again (last time there was a double booking so we got free passes) and, well. I asked him to book again. This time I actually tried coming on a little... I don't know if it actually worked. Hm. I guess we'll see tomorrow. But anyways, this time he wanted another... condition. After a long time of texting he came up that he wanted to tickle me. Under my feet. I'm hellishly ticklish all over. My feet though have a close connection to.. my lady part. But I am ticklish. I tried pretending being calm about it so he would choose something else, but he's determined.
And so that night I had a very, very, great sex dream involving handcuffs, me in my slave outfit and him starting at my feet and... oh you know the rest.
BUT! here's the great part, our other friend couldn't the day we had planned (she thought she could at first) so he won't book it and so! No tickling!
I'm relieved but at the same time disappointed.

Oh well, I gotta work out tomorrow! Good night!

So a few days ago I ordered and received Princess Leia Slave outfit. I bought the cheap one (55$) (the expensive on is around 400$, it's actual metal on that one, and plus her boots. Will get that one someday!) so I have to make some minor changes on it (some sowing).
And so I want to learn the 'I'm a Slave 4 U' dance (a mash-up of glee and Britney actually) so I can do that kind of dance at the party I'm wearing the outfit for. The theme is movies so, I went with Leia hehe!

Also, the 11th the Green In My Tea have a gig. I have to be there! I shall man up and try and get close to Adam! Because I'm now tired of being alone! Haha

I'm watching Glee (trying to catch up on everything!) and well.. I used to be the kid who never cried for anything in movies! Now I get so moved by movies/shows. WTF happened to my manliness??

So I was watching the Lady Gaga episode (s01e20) and when Finn just flipped his shit on Kurt and called everything in the room for 'faggot' and Burt bursts (Burt burst haha) into the room and flips His shit on Finn and Kurt is crying in the background... I just wept. Like a little baby. And I couldn't stop. Until I heard the toilet flush and I hurriedly get my straight face on, haha! I'm still a bit of a man see!
Haha, night!

I'm not quite upset because I'm on my period. I've been kind of a bitch the past week. Even though I've been on my period, it's not PMS.
I'm just so sick and tired of Always being alone on Valentines day. 18 years of lonely V-Days. Jeez Louis!
And I shouldn't have this problem! I'm not overly confident but I'm not ugly! I'm not overweight! I have an Awesome personality!
What I don't have is the guts to ask someone that I like out!
I'm a total chicken shit when it comes to things like that. But all the guys I'm interested in are kind of unavailable.
Okay, I'm interested in two dudes, but still!
The first one is Super Christian (and then we're talking Jesus super duper Christian) and the second is already with someone.
Both are two brown haired, brown eyed, kinda short guys. They make my lady parts beep.
The first one you can read about in my last entry.
The second one... well, lets get to him now.
So we play guitar together, been doing so for about 3 years I think... maybe more (I've played for about 6 years now) and we didn't talk much at first, took the group about a year to actually try and befriend one another.
But lets skip ahead to 2010. His band were playing this battle of the bands (Emergenza) and the won the first round with ease.
So they then wanted a place to have an afterparty after the second round. I said that I could fix that, there's a place you can rent if you live in my house to have gettogethers (aka parties). It's a place where you can fit about 100 people.
We had a guest list and a guard by the door.
Everything went down hill. I was a nervous wreck. The guard was just a buff/fat kid who gave a shit about the guest list. The people was just pouring in, more than 100. At one point I said stop! Then he comes along and says: No it's okay! we can fit more people in! Just let my cousins in!!
We had a big mouth off, but I gave in, because I'm easily stepped on (of course).
Then the sink in the bathroom broke and I had a panic attack. I cried in frustration and then I threw people out (she was well after 1 by that point)
I was still crying when we were cleaning everything up, the band was also cleaning along with my bro. So they kicked me out and did the rest themselves.
So I loathed his guts. I haven't hated anyone that much in my whole life.
I took my time ignoring his please of forgiveness. Felt so fucking good.
But after a month or two I forgave him.
And two weeks ago we were 6 people who decided to go to lasertag. I asked him if he could book it (because I hate calling strangers) and he did but only if I'd be nice to him for the rest of 2011 (which I now have to be).
And so I can't call him names nor punch him (which feels really good after that night).
And so everything starts. He keeps on touching me, keeps on teasing me and calling me names.
Somehow it made me go... well, you know. And he thoroughly enjoyed it.
And since then those two are the only things I can think about.

So how do one person cope liking a Christian kid and a unavailable guy who are both the same age?

I'm feeling like a drama queen right now haha!
Good god, goodnight!