lovetoreadandwrite

Today I broke a line. I. Ate. A. Lollipop. Full of sugar and fat and everything. It was for a good cause, the money I mean. I did not eat it all, and that is one of the things I am proud about. I did make a mistake, but I am trying to fix it. I will work harder, and eat better. That means salad at school, which is weird. I am doing this good. Since I started my project, I've lost 2 pounds, and that is good since I have been eating so badly.

Good, good. I took the guilt out of me. Now we, sadly, have to get back to the main point of writing this little blog. Jasper, and Edward, and Diego, are not the only boys in my mind right now. There is one little person who is making my day not so happy. Ivan. That is who.

Ivan is only in two periods with me in school. He is Jasper's best friend. He has been there when my two humilliations this year happened, which I do not want to talk about today (but I promise I will). He is short, short-short. His hair is really messy. He is kind of cute, but his attittude ruins everything. Sometimes he is kind and considerate, but not always. There is something a little weird about him. His stare. He does that, sometimes. He just sits there, staring at me. Staring, just that. It is not like a crush kind of look. It looks as he is daydreaming, out of this world. But the funny thing is, he always stares in my direction.

I do not want to hurt anybody, especially myself. I do not want to think that he has a crush on me, because that will give me fake hopes. Guys at this age are not that smart. We, each on our own ways, are inmature. He does look in love. Am I crazy? What should I do? Why am I asking you this? You will see. And I want to see too.

Hello there, my fellow reader!

So now it is official, welcome to my blog. All about guys. I have seen that it has been a problem during generations and generations of women. I have noticed teenagers have the hardest roll on this play of love and life. When you are a teen, you start to discover another perspective about boys. They are no longer the inmature disgusting "human beings" we saw, or the buddies we had. No, no more. In this part of life is when a crush is a problem. You might have had a crush before, but now is the time to discover the difference between crushes, attraction, and true love.

Everyone calls me DRAMA QUEEN. I am actually pretty good at acting. I decided to audition for the Advanced Drama class in my school for next year. I met lots of people there. Nice people, good actors, bad actors, terrible actors, and one that changed the audition completely ♥. This guy was different. He recited a monologue from Henry V by William Shakespeare. It was wonderful, magical, so delicate and strong at the same time that it is not worth explaining in words, for there are no words in any language to describe it.

I got in, yet I did not take the class. It has been about three or four months since then. Today it was my best friend's sister's birthday. They were planing a party for her, so after lunch I took an all expenses paid to loner's village. I sat down in one of the tables in the courtyard, when I felt a hand reaching out. There was a boy, not so tall, not so short. Nice hair and combed, but not like a geek. And this is the conversation...

"Hi," calmly said the stranger.

"Hello," I answered. "Do I know you?" (Do I know you?! Really! That's what came to my mind when I saw this cute guy)

"Do you play an instrument?", I stuply asked cutting him off.

He kindly, yet a little surprised answered, "No, actually know. You know me from the drama audition."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. You are? " I continued screwing everything up.

"Diego," he said.

Diego, magic words. He was so kind, and I forgot his name. Stupid. We have the same Critical Thinking, in different periods by the way. He started touching my backpack, passing his hand. He said  that he remember things by textures and what he touches. He said that you never know what you will need to remember later on in life. And others things I really cannot remember, I was thinking. Was he flirting with me? Why did he want to talk to me about? Am I going completely mad? Or worse, boy mad.