Locomotive of Appraise...

The last few weeks of my life have literally been INSANE. And while I have several deep, melodic writings of a philosophical nature which I have yet to find time to write but have taken notes on so as to remember to write, I feel an overview seems appropriate at the moment.

Had my crazy grandmother show up in my school parking lot a few weeks ago. Last time I saw her I was ten. I wasn't even aware she was still alive. Kind of a dramatic day and some fall out after. Everyone seems to think I should be going through some big emotional trauma over it, but as far as I'm concerned she may as well be dead, I just have a new funny story.

Today is the Ides of March. It is exactly one month since I have talked to internet boy. It was the last day for history retakes. However, only one of these three things is directly applicable to my blogging life. I miss him. It's been a roller coaster of better and worse. There's moments I want to call him and tell him something and have to resist. I know I'm going to be okay, but I do miss my friend. The worst is wondering what he's up to and if he's okay too.

I just got into Emerson. That's seven for seven so far with Fullerton, Long Beach, Cal Poly, Notheastern, USF, UOP, and Suffolk. On the one hand all these yes' make me feel so karmatically rewarded for the years of life I've dwindled away enduring less-than-stellar schooling experiences; on the other hand I'm starting to develop some cockiness - that first rejection letter is going to be a bitch.

And since I always just blog on and on about boys, I suppose I can't go without saying there's a new one. I spoke of him before as the that guy friend I kinda liked. I really was bent on keeping it casual; but now we've got this problem of I want something a little less casual. We hung out Friday with a big group of my friends (great day). It's annoying though because my friends are butting in to the extent that I had about 20 people ask me today if we were dating. Now granted, the rumor-inducing cuddlefest '10 on Nate's couch was probably not the greatest way to keep things on the DL, but I was bored and he was snuggly *innocent pouty face*. It was a rather adorable evening. He kissed me on the front step and everything (Is it wrong that my first thoughts were, "oh my god! I finally got that over with!" ?) - I'm seriously still at a point where I'm fairly convinced I imagined the whole thing though; there's just no way I actually found someone that thought my awkward was cute enough to actually make it through that moment. I think I could really like this guy. Right now I'm just doing my best to stay uninvested so I don't get hurt for the umpteinth time this year...well, that and trying to contain myself until I get to see him again, haha.