~FearlessLove

My weekend...

Okay, well, I'm in Lincoln. And I'm on deviantart. (By the way, the school finally blocked this site, so there's no real telling how much I'll be on in the near future...) But anyway. Sad, yes? I have so many other things that I could be doing.

Last night. For about two hours. I was alone in a hotel room with a guy that I've had one of those off-and-on-crushes on since July. And actually all that really happened was some snuggling and hand-holding. Plus some tickling and pushing-off-the-bed. But I liked it. A lot.

Except... Yeah, it's too bad he's blown me off for the entire day. And we had seven hours of free time today. During which I could have had a very, very enjoyable time. But I didn't.







Me = frustrated. Times 123679170391872.

Oh. And I think he might have a girlfriend.

Which makes my day, trust me.

...I've never been "the other woman" before... I kind of hate this feeling.







But it's sort of familiar now.







On the other hand, I'm third chair violist. I should be second. But he's a boy. Which means he can play louder than me. And has a wider vibrato because his fingers are bigger. Which are the only reasons he's "better". Anyway. Because that number includes just about every violist in Nebraska... I'm kind of proud of that.





But I'm still really... aposidjfl;akfa

Yeah. Thanks.