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I traded in my social life for a paycheck.

I've no idea how I feel about that.

All I know is I have a desk, a notebook, a computer, a list of things to do, and a few crazy ideas.

Last night, it was late. I was up thinking about life, and writing in my journal. Then I had a thought. It went as follows : "What if I wrote a letter to [insert boy's name here] confessing all my secret feelings for him and posted it on my blog? Then sent him a link via text message?" That thought just proves my theory that I am crazy. Even that was a crazy thought for midnight. Basically, I have no social life at the moment. Can you tell?

I feel the need for a snowcone extravaganza.  Soon.

And then it was official.

I got a job.

That awkward moment when...

That boy you thought was a Senior all year, turns out to be a Junior.

You realize there were actually 3 different boys you thought were Seniors.

Also, you were really good friends with one of the 3 boys. 

You are singing extra loud in the kitchen, you know for a fact there are boys in the yard next door, (boys your age in fact), and you realize your mom left all the kitchen windows open, and the back door.

That one time you were sitting in the front yard, eating a s'more you made in the microwave, and just as the marshmallow drips onto your face, a cute boy walks by. Attractive.

You look out your kitchen window to see that one boy that makes you swoon, (a street over mowing a lawn) and you don't stop looking. (Oh wait, maybe that's not awkward...maybe that makes me stalkerish.)

Your brother and his friend are running around the neighborhood. Without shirts on. And they're 12.

Your little brother who's 8, decides to tell everyone you've ever known all the secrets he's stored up in his head. All of them.

Riding your bike is fun until you see a boy you sorta know, but have never actually talked to, start to follow you. Then you run away.

Every Little Thing Is Gonna Be Alright...

I'm not worried about that project that's due in 3 months for AP art.

 

I'm not worried about the stupid things I said because I'm awkward, especially around him.

 

It's alright that I'm ready to go to sleep on the first Saturday of summer, and it's not even 10 o'clock yet.

 

I'm not worried about what people think of how I look. Right now I'm sitting at home in sweats with wet hair. It's alright.

 

I'm not worried about what my friends are out doing.

 

I'm not concerned with what he thinks of me.

 

I'm not thinking about how I should've confessed my love to him in his yearbook. Because I almost did, then I freaked out at the last minute and didn't. But that's another story. (Actually, I am thinking about it a little...)

 

For once in long time, I'm content. 

Also, it's Summer. Go eat a snowcone or something.