Just another day...
Hey, I'm new to this whole blog thing so sorry if its bad but i needed somewhere to write. somewhere were no one really knows me. So I'm liz. I'm 16 and live in Iowa, yes that's the state with all the corn. Actually thats what alot of life here revolves around, farming. At my high school, during homecoming week, we have a farmer's day when you can go outside and the whole parking lot is filled with tractors. Life is pretty mellow here, we find things to do though. Listen to any crazy party song and we have probably done it, like partying in a field. The town i live in only has about 6,000 people so everyone at least knows your name. Alot of the focus, or should i say the gossip, of the town is about my high school. There is always something new to talk about, or people will make up things...another time though. this is just an intro.
So at my high school things get even smaller, each class has around 120 kids, and about 500 in the school. I'm a sophomore, well a junior now, since it is the second day of summer. I love my class, which is more than most people will say. See we all get along quiet well to each other's faces. But hanging out with the usual people and the backstabbing begins. Its not that bad really, i dont want to make it sound like it is. I just want however reads this to realize what its like. Gossip is on a daily, no hourly, basis. Some people want to start drama. But thats not me. I went to a Catholic school growing up. Ten of us 'graduated' from the 8th grade. We are all very close, but that shift from middle school to high school changes alot of people. Going to public school alot of people stereotype you. Ohhh they are the do-good, prude, innocence, rich, praying people. Of coarse thats the complete opposite of all of us. If there is a party, we are at it, if there is a rumor, somehow we are involved, if there is...well you get the point. Now, i know everyone in my grade though, all 135 of them. Remember how i said everyone gets along, we do but there are little groups, like your best friends, that you are always with. I'm not in any. Its not I have no friends, or am a loner-loser type, its that i'm nice to everyone, i get along with everyone.
Mostly boys. They are sooo much easier to deal with than the girls. I have never been a girly-girl, and I'm not a tomboy. I'm stuck right inbetween. Through my freshmen year, I had more classes and lunches (where everythin happens) with them. My boys. They're amazing guys, some of the few good ones around. I'm treated like on of them like they are themselves when I'm around but sometimes I'm the girl. The one they get advice from, tell things they cant tell their girlfriends. So overall a pretty nice life. Ha now I'm happy. I've realized how much i do have.
I started writting this thing, as advice for people in my situation. My situation sucks. All sophomore year, there was this boy, we will call him P, he's a junior, now a senior. His brother is in my grade, my competition sort of in grades. Gosh this was soo long ago but I'll try my best to tell you exactly what happened. I swear i'm cursed in two departments: birthdays, and boys who are more than friends. My birthday, sweet 16 on September 28. P jumped on my hood after his football practice and i stupidly kept going and ran into this guy Topher's car. My bad. This guy though, wow, before that. We had flirted. You know you can tell alot about your relationships in the first five minutes of your first talk face-to-face. This was great! I was so attracted to him n him to me. It just clicked. Except my car was half-wrecked.
But he 'stole' my number from his brother's phone. Ever since then we have talked ever nite. My parents get so mad at my phone bills! We just got each other, something no one saw coming. The flirty fun rich girl and the player party farmer boy?!
Thats what most people think, and it has driven us apart. We had a 'thing' as most high schoolers call it for seven months. In that time, I went from gosh he is so great to he is an okay friend.
I went to the Bahamas with my family and neighbors in the first two weeks of March, thinking this will finally get my mind off him. And it did, untill i came back and he texted me back yet?! The next day at school, boys were randomly coming up to me like Liz, we should hang out. My bff says guys like a good tan and i was almost black. He say me and I dont know what he though exactly, but that weekend he took me to Bobby's house, where a bunch of his junior guy friends were going to sit in a hot tub and drink. Little old me, the only girl. He put his arm around me and tried to get me to focus on him but I was having to much fun. The next weekend, we went there again. Boy this time I got messed up. And he kissed me, in front of everyone! It wasnt our first kiss but this was different, there was feeling behind it. Soccer started that week, meaning no more parties. He asked me to prom alittle later, of coarse I said yes. That when people started talking, it wasnt bad at first. Just are you going out, so I asked P one day. What is up with us? And he finally asked me out. So it was great all happy for the first month and a half thats when it all began to crash down...
I'm tired now, to much writing in one day. One thing before i go though, then i will say the rest tomorrow...How many chances can a person have when it comes to love? Should you forgive them, for breaking your heart, and move on together, or should you leave someone who took up so much of your life and heart? How do you tell what is a lie? Can things ever get better when people meddle in your life? How do you take your mistake and make it right, even when the other person might be to heard? I'd really like some advice.
Still his, Lizzy...
So at my high school things get even smaller, each class has around 120 kids, and about 500 in the school. I'm a sophomore, well a junior now, since it is the second day of summer. I love my class, which is more than most people will say. See we all get along quiet well to each other's faces. But hanging out with the usual people and the backstabbing begins. Its not that bad really, i dont want to make it sound like it is. I just want however reads this to realize what its like. Gossip is on a daily, no hourly, basis. Some people want to start drama. But thats not me. I went to a Catholic school growing up. Ten of us 'graduated' from the 8th grade. We are all very close, but that shift from middle school to high school changes alot of people. Going to public school alot of people stereotype you. Ohhh they are the do-good, prude, innocence, rich, praying people. Of coarse thats the complete opposite of all of us. If there is a party, we are at it, if there is a rumor, somehow we are involved, if there is...well you get the point. Now, i know everyone in my grade though, all 135 of them. Remember how i said everyone gets along, we do but there are little groups, like your best friends, that you are always with. I'm not in any. Its not I have no friends, or am a loner-loser type, its that i'm nice to everyone, i get along with everyone.
Mostly boys. They are sooo much easier to deal with than the girls. I have never been a girly-girl, and I'm not a tomboy. I'm stuck right inbetween. Through my freshmen year, I had more classes and lunches (where everythin happens) with them. My boys. They're amazing guys, some of the few good ones around. I'm treated like on of them like they are themselves when I'm around but sometimes I'm the girl. The one they get advice from, tell things they cant tell their girlfriends. So overall a pretty nice life. Ha now I'm happy. I've realized how much i do have.
I started writting this thing, as advice for people in my situation. My situation sucks. All sophomore year, there was this boy, we will call him P, he's a junior, now a senior. His brother is in my grade, my competition sort of in grades. Gosh this was soo long ago but I'll try my best to tell you exactly what happened. I swear i'm cursed in two departments: birthdays, and boys who are more than friends. My birthday, sweet 16 on September 28. P jumped on my hood after his football practice and i stupidly kept going and ran into this guy Topher's car. My bad. This guy though, wow, before that. We had flirted. You know you can tell alot about your relationships in the first five minutes of your first talk face-to-face. This was great! I was so attracted to him n him to me. It just clicked. Except my car was half-wrecked.
But he 'stole' my number from his brother's phone. Ever since then we have talked ever nite. My parents get so mad at my phone bills! We just got each other, something no one saw coming. The flirty fun rich girl and the player party farmer boy?!
Thats what most people think, and it has driven us apart. We had a 'thing' as most high schoolers call it for seven months. In that time, I went from gosh he is so great to he is an okay friend.
I went to the Bahamas with my family and neighbors in the first two weeks of March, thinking this will finally get my mind off him. And it did, untill i came back and he texted me back yet?! The next day at school, boys were randomly coming up to me like Liz, we should hang out. My bff says guys like a good tan and i was almost black. He say me and I dont know what he though exactly, but that weekend he took me to Bobby's house, where a bunch of his junior guy friends were going to sit in a hot tub and drink. Little old me, the only girl. He put his arm around me and tried to get me to focus on him but I was having to much fun. The next weekend, we went there again. Boy this time I got messed up. And he kissed me, in front of everyone! It wasnt our first kiss but this was different, there was feeling behind it. Soccer started that week, meaning no more parties. He asked me to prom alittle later, of coarse I said yes. That when people started talking, it wasnt bad at first. Just are you going out, so I asked P one day. What is up with us? And he finally asked me out. So it was great all happy for the first month and a half thats when it all began to crash down...
I'm tired now, to much writing in one day. One thing before i go though, then i will say the rest tomorrow...How many chances can a person have when it comes to love? Should you forgive them, for breaking your heart, and move on together, or should you leave someone who took up so much of your life and heart? How do you tell what is a lie? Can things ever get better when people meddle in your life? How do you take your mistake and make it right, even when the other person might be to heard? I'd really like some advice.
Still his, Lizzy...
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