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The confusing life of Em

9. Write about your relationship status

Well, since this is pretty much all I talk about on my blog, this post is going to be pretty boring. But if you’re a new reader (and haven’t stalked my posts to death) then this might be very helpful.

Dylan: Well, Dylan is definitely a creeper. Sure, we’d look super cute together. But I guess he doesn’t care, because he would rather be a total player. A super cute player, but still.

Harry Potter/HP: I haven’t seen him in a few weeks, but we definitely flirted.

Swimmer: I’m still trying to figure out how to hang out with him, seeing that he’s Anna’s neighbor and it would be really awkward if I randomly asked if we could hang out with him. But I’m working on it. And it would really help if someone could give me advice 😉

SpongeBob: Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? The creepiest guy ever! It’s been almost a week since I saw him, and I’m hoping he deleted my phone number. Or dropped his phone in a puddle. I never want to speak to him again.

Until next time, Em 🙂

Bang head here

6. How do you feel today?

Today I feel pretty stressed. Tomorrow I have a Spanish quiz, on Wednesday I have a math quiz and a Chemistry test, and on Friday I have a Spanish test. Not to mention the 3 essays I have to write. Sigh.

But I’m also pretty happy because I talked to my Spanish teacher about an assignment I missed, and she gave me credit for it, so now my grade went up 🙂


Just in case you want to relive some of your stress!

Also, I have a plan for taking a picture of HP. I’m going to ask him to wear his Harry Potter robe next-next week (because I’m seeing him next week) and then I’m going to tell him how he looks like Harry Potter and ask if I can take a picture! And if I’m feeling extra brave, I can always ask Dylan to wear it so I can get a picture of him 🙂

Until next time, Em 🙂

A day chock full of flirting :D

I just had my band concert. And it went well, surprisingly.

First, we played really well 🙂

And second, and most importantly, I TALKED TO TWO GUYS. And I think one of them likes me.

I talked to Dylan, aka creeper who I used to (read: might still) like. I was like 2cm away from him. I was wearing 4″ heels, and since I’m 5′ tall, I felt the need to see if I was taller than anyone in my band. And when I stood next to Dylan, I was actually 1/2″ taller than him. So now I know he’s 5’3″. Hehe.

And I talked to HP, aka the nicest, cutest, most HP-obsessed guy I know. He even has a robe. So ya, I was pretty excited when he came up to me and started talking to me. Sure, he started talking to me about the strange-looking Jello-cottage cheese salad mixture (which wasn’t too bad, btw). Really, we’re talking about HP here. I could talk about the Cold War with him and it would make my day. We ended up both trying the Jello-cottage cheese mixture. And he ate some on bread… “it tastes the same, just more… bready.” Oh my gosh, seriously. I think I met my soul mate. Or maybe just future best friend. Either way, the outcome is good. Oh and I’m definitely not taller than him, even when I’m wearing heels. And I don’t think he’s done growing, so… 🙂

Until next time, Em 🙂

Rainbows of happiness

Last week we changed seats in band… and I was sitting next to my crush of 7 months. Seriously. It could not have gone better. We were flirting and smiling and shoe-squeaking. It looked like the metaphorical rain had finally passed. All was well.

And then this week. I came to band happy as a clam, thinking OH MY GOSH ANOTHER WEEK OF SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO HARRY (POTTER)! MY LIFE IS COMPLETE! And then BAM.

“Ugh, we changed seats again!” my friend tells me.

“What the mustaches was he thinking changing our seats again?! I loved the old seating arrangement!” I replied, talking about our conductor.

I looked at the seating chart. Nope, not sitting next to Harry. I knew it was too good to be true. So now, as quickly as that spurt of happy came, it has disappeared once again. Sigh.

But, here’s some good news! I’m gonna talk to him before our concert this weekend! I even set an alarm to make sure I didn’t “forget” (read: be a wuss).

Oh and yesterday, he said two words to me. Two. “His eyebrows!” Yep. Out of any two words he could say. Of course he would reference the guy with the weird, dancing eyebrows. Of course.

Until next time, Em 🙂