This is a compilation between a few of us, who have figured out time and time again that sometimes your knight in shining armor can end up being a loser in aluminum foil. They are not necessary in order, but keep your eyes peeled for all of them. Do not settle!
1) They talk bad about their parents- especially if you know their mother is a precious angel.
- Guys that don't respect their mother probably won't respect you. Everyone has their ups and downs with their parents, but you will know when they're just being difficult because they are bad people. Respect yo mama. She gave you life. And lunch money. And washes your clothes. And will wash your clothes when you come back from college. And will pay for your college. Respect yo mama.
2) They talk bad about other people- everyone.
- You never know what they'll say about you behind your back. Especially when you break up... Don't tell someone all your secrets if they can't keep anyone else's.
3) They have a security code for EVERYTHING on their phone- and turn their screen away from you when you're around.
- This means they have something to hide. Do you keep nudie pics on your phone in a secret file? Neither do I. Be suspicious. Some people are conservative. Some people are perverts. Know the difference.
4) Taking jokes too far- in a mean way.
- There's flirting and there's being a douche. Know the difference, get the respect you deserve.
5) They talk really bad about ex-girlfriends.
- You'll be one one day. Think about it!
6) You don't like their friends.
- If you feel uncomfortable with their friends, keep in mind that when you're not around, he's probably just like them. He shouldn't have to change around you, and you shouldn't have to change to fit in with them.
7) Bad hygiene.
- YOU DON'T WANT TO SNUGGLE WITH THAT! But you knew that.
8) One word messages.
- You think it's boring now? "K" is a letter, not a response.
9) If they say "I love you"... after a week.
- This means they're immature. Love means commitment, commitment might mean forever, you can't decide forever in seven days. Unless you're Romeo and Juliet... which you aren't. And they were delusional anyway. And look where it got them anyway!
Love (Really, I mean it- just not with these guys),
M
Friday, October 29, 2010
No No's for girls
Things that guys don't like or get annoyed with.
1) When the girl does not take the compliment.
--Many guys attempt to be nice to girls by complimenting them.. Well when you receive the compliment please take it.. Don't refuse it or get sad with it, its annoying.
2) Don't act stupid.
--Its really not cute or attractive when you act dumber than you are. Its okay to outsmart us..
3) **** BIGGIE **** Being Indecisive
--When we ask you, "where do you want to go eat?"or "what do you want to do?" don't answer with "idk, I don't care, Doesnt matter." We want your opinion on things!! We won't get mad at you?!
4) Thick make-up and "over tanning"
--Guys like the natural looks in a girls face. Don't pour on pounds of make-up OR spend all day in a tanning bed(leather couch) .. Its kinda gross.
5) UGGs.
--Don't over wear them. Use them sparingly and with good taste. They can be sloppy. BAD: UGGs with shorts. UGGs on Monday. UGGs with loose sweat pants.
6) Baby Voice.
--Not cute. Not cool.
7) Smoking and Drinking.
--Nuff said.
8) Understanding "guy time"
--You have to understand that guys enjoy chilling with their friends. We love to hang out with you, but sometimes.. we just need to sit back and chill.
Meet Our Male Editors - C@m3r0n and L0d3n
So we have decided to introduce you all to the male perspective.. Meet Camden (he made me spell his name stupidly), a junior at our school. You all know how we feel about boys, he's here to tell us what they think about us (well, not US specifically). Feel free to ask him questions.... He's here to tell you like it is.
Bios:
Camden is a junior at JHS. He has been dating a girl for four months plus tax. In a girl, Camden looks for intelligence, common sense, friendliness, and conversation. His girlfriend is all of those things, plus adorable and good-smelling. :]
Posts coming soon!
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Love,
M and Camden
Monday, October 25, 2010
Oh, Sophomores
So I decided to switch backpacks to keep things interesting, and made a few fascinating discoveries. First, a lot of really really old and nasty gum. Second, a RIDICULOUS note from my sophomore year, when I was dating a guy with more problems than perks (don't tell me that though). Let's call him F. F had had a reputation for being a serial dater, with a new girlfriend every two weeks. Turns out he had a rough history that made him desperate for affection, but he would never let that on. He was attractive enough to get these girls, and he was such a master at the game he played that he made every girl feel that she was finally what he had been looking for. Two weeks later, she graduated from the program, got a jacket, and joined the club: F's Exes.
Well of course, I was going to change him. Right, because I am Jesus. No. Bad idea. Funny thing is, after the first time he texted me, I laughed and thought to myself, "Bad idea." Funny how things work.
We actually passed the two week hump and dated for a seriously rocky four months. In a relationship like that, you're either on the verge of breaking up or on cloud nine. There's no in between, there's no peace, and there is definitely no security. A lot of times girls fall into being more and more vulnerable in order to keep the relationship there, as destructive as it is. You do more physically than you would care to later admit (i.e., the evolution of sexting). He makes you believe that he is the only one for you, and you will be worthless to anyone else. At the same time, he's such a charmer. He always knows what to say, because he's reading from a script he wrote, proof-read, re-wrote, and won an Oscar for. DON'T FALL FOR IT GIRLS.
This note was from one of those deliriously happy times (when you're so in denial that you're sure you're right this time and he meant what he said about forever). It was to my best friend K, who was in a very similar situation. Quote: "OMG I'm in love again. Everything that has been going wrong is going terribly right. We're finally the couple that makes single people gag again." Doesn't that sound stable?
Oh, sophomores.
Girls, keep your eyes peeled for the serial dater. Do not fall for it. Do not convince yourself you aren't falling for it and then fall for it. It will probably still happen, everyone has that one guy. But don't say I didn't warn you!
Love, love, love.
SWAM
Well of course, I was going to change him. Right, because I am Jesus. No. Bad idea. Funny thing is, after the first time he texted me, I laughed and thought to myself, "Bad idea." Funny how things work.
We actually passed the two week hump and dated for a seriously rocky four months. In a relationship like that, you're either on the verge of breaking up or on cloud nine. There's no in between, there's no peace, and there is definitely no security. A lot of times girls fall into being more and more vulnerable in order to keep the relationship there, as destructive as it is. You do more physically than you would care to later admit (i.e., the evolution of sexting). He makes you believe that he is the only one for you, and you will be worthless to anyone else. At the same time, he's such a charmer. He always knows what to say, because he's reading from a script he wrote, proof-read, re-wrote, and won an Oscar for. DON'T FALL FOR IT GIRLS.
This note was from one of those deliriously happy times (when you're so in denial that you're sure you're right this time and he meant what he said about forever). It was to my best friend K, who was in a very similar situation. Quote: "OMG I'm in love again. Everything that has been going wrong is going terribly right. We're finally the couple that makes single people gag again." Doesn't that sound stable?
Oh, sophomores.
Girls, keep your eyes peeled for the serial dater. Do not fall for it. Do not convince yourself you aren't falling for it and then fall for it. It will probably still happen, everyone has that one guy. But don't say I didn't warn you!
Love, love, love.
SWAM
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Gossip
I've come to find over the past few weeks that gossip has become an ever larger part of the lives of high school girls . No matter where you go or who you talk to there is almost always something said about another person.
My mom has always told me to believe only half of what I hear. I have found this to be very true. Most gossip you hear will either be completely untrue or twisted around. You will rarely come across a rumor that is one hundred percent truthful.
Also, be very selective who you tell your secrets to. Some people might not be as trustworthy as you may think. If you here a friend spilling about someone else's secrets, chances are they would spill about yours.
Rumors can aslo change your outlook on a friend. I used to have a close guy friend who was a strong Christian, super funny, and always a blast to be around. He had been homeschooled all his life but moved to public school for high school. Public high school totally changed him. He is the polar opposite of what he used to be. The friend I had who would text me if I had a depressing status now hardly ever talks to me. Rumors circle about him all the time. I never know what to believe. Now I can't even picture him being the guy he used to be.
So, moral of the story, love all, trust few, and do wrong to none. : ]
My mom has always told me to believe only half of what I hear. I have found this to be very true. Most gossip you hear will either be completely untrue or twisted around. You will rarely come across a rumor that is one hundred percent truthful.
Also, be very selective who you tell your secrets to. Some people might not be as trustworthy as you may think. If you here a friend spilling about someone else's secrets, chances are they would spill about yours.
Rumors can aslo change your outlook on a friend. I used to have a close guy friend who was a strong Christian, super funny, and always a blast to be around. He had been homeschooled all his life but moved to public school for high school. Public high school totally changed him. He is the polar opposite of what he used to be. The friend I had who would text me if I had a depressing status now hardly ever talks to me. Rumors circle about him all the time. I never know what to believe. Now I can't even picture him being the guy he used to be.
So, moral of the story, love all, trust few, and do wrong to none. : ]
To Heck with Tech
Boy meets Girl. Girl meets Boy. Boy likes Girl. Girl likes Boy. Boy "pokes", "likes", or plays Farmville with Girl. Girl "winks", "chats", or "comments" on Boy's profile. Bam. Boy is "In a relationship" with Girl. This is our society. Heavens.
A friend of mine once wrote on my wall. "Your beautiful." Aside from the grammatical error, the post was super sweet. It always makes a girl happy to hear she's pretty, right? What made me even happier? I got home later that day. Logged in to Facebook (probably the second or third time for that day.) Super excited to see the all familiar red indicator, obviously indicating that I had new notifications. "(Insert incredibly good looking boy's name here) liked your wall post." Praise Jesus. This boy "liked" the fact that my friend called me "beautiful." Cue the butterflies in stomach.
I then realized that technology is such a big part of relationships. While the "like" wasn't a big deal, it made it seem as though the "thing" between us was now even more legit. By him clicking one button on his keyboard? Goodness gracious. That was just something he did to be sweet. I will admit I thought it was wayyy cute.
Anywho. When I think about the impact technology will have on my kids, and their kids, and their kids, and their kids...it saddens me. Don't get me wrong, our society is blessed by advances in medicine because of technology. I just wish my life was a little more similar to June Cleaver's rather than Kim Kardashian's tweet.
As far as "incredibly good looking boy" goes, he writes letters too. So, he's got that going for him. :)
So next time you want to "chat" with someone, go grab their hand and take a walk with them instead. Just saying. ;)
A friend of mine once wrote on my wall. "Your beautiful." Aside from the grammatical error, the post was super sweet. It always makes a girl happy to hear she's pretty, right? What made me even happier? I got home later that day. Logged in to Facebook (probably the second or third time for that day.) Super excited to see the all familiar red indicator, obviously indicating that I had new notifications. "(Insert incredibly good looking boy's name here) liked your wall post." Praise Jesus. This boy "liked" the fact that my friend called me "beautiful." Cue the butterflies in stomach.
I then realized that technology is such a big part of relationships. While the "like" wasn't a big deal, it made it seem as though the "thing" between us was now even more legit. By him clicking one button on his keyboard? Goodness gracious. That was just something he did to be sweet. I will admit I thought it was wayyy cute.
Anywho. When I think about the impact technology will have on my kids, and their kids, and their kids, and their kids...it saddens me. Don't get me wrong, our society is blessed by advances in medicine because of technology. I just wish my life was a little more similar to June Cleaver's rather than Kim Kardashian's tweet.
As far as "incredibly good looking boy" goes, he writes letters too. So, he's got that going for him. :)
So next time you want to "chat" with someone, go grab their hand and take a walk with them instead. Just saying. ;)
Tangled Web Part 2
So, every week or so lately I have slapped myself for what I did the week before. Three weeks ago, I made Ex-Boyfriend (when he was still Boyfriend) guilty for not having time for me, when he was doing everything he could to be there for me without dropping out of college.
**Mistake 1:** I sent this text late at night (note girls: if you feel like you're about to start a fire with one text, give it a night to think it over): "I wish you had time for me." Next day we Skyped until we cried, talking about everything and how impossible it all seemed. Day after that was Homecoming, which we made it through. That night though, after the dance, we decided to take a break. The days following I was either wrapped in whatever I could find on my closet floor, crying, or throwing random punches in the air. We had lunch the day after we decided to break, and he kissed me like I hadn't been kissed in years. It was amazing. I had hope, actually, I knew that I wanted to wait for him forever. Thing is, I'm a teenager. Forever is impossible, nothing is forever. That's something that becomes more and more evident as life goes on (and yes, it does go on).
The days following my mourning period, I started talking to New Guy, and for that week it seriously seemed like I was okay and didn't need Ex-Boyfriend. Funny, funny. We were together for a year and he was my best friend. He still is, even though I haven't heard from him in days. I am already more involved with New Guy than I had ever planned. He's telling me he likes me, I'm telling him he's adorable, we're learning sign language so we can communicate across distances...
**Mistake 2** In my excitement and my fear of technically cheating on him, I hastily decided that I had to break off everything with Zach. I didn't think, I didn't even really give myself time to feel. I just called him, and he was the sweetest about it. He told me to do my own thing, to do what I want to do and be free as a bird. I knew he would understand, as my best friend and someone who I had shared soo much of my life with. But then, I made my mistake: I mentioned New Guy's name. All of a sudden, the entire tone of the conversation changed. He actually said, "If you want to cheat on- I mean, talk to other guys it's cool." Ouch. Then, he changed his profile pic on Facebook and made his status match his defiant tone. I forgot to respect him for that one second, I haven't heard from him in days. Sad part is, he's in town. :/
**Mistake 3** I did not even think I was out of a relationship with Boyfriend (remember, we were on break) before I decided that New Guy was going to save the day, or my life really. Relationships are like rivers, you have to let each run its course. I can't try to turn my relationship with Ex-Boyfriend into one with New Guy. One at a time, keeps sanity and respect in line. You don't want a jealous ex-boyfriend or cheated new guy on your hands. Give each wonderful guy the time and attention he deserves. Although New Guy is helping me deal with the break-up, at the same time he is not getting all of me and he probably never will. This period is critical for us to establish how we are going to be as an "us" (if we are to be an "us") and there's no room for Ex-Boyfriend in this relationship with New Guy, but at the same time with respect to Ex-Boyfriend I have to keep my cheesy Facebook wall posts to a minimum.
So, moral of the story: If you're going to make a rash decision, give it a night or two to mull it over. Talk to trusted friends. Save everyone the heartache. Also, respect yourself after a breakup: Although a new guy may seem like a good idea right after, you'll end up with three broken hearts on your hands instead of just two. Right now, I'm trying to get Ex-Boyfriend's friendship back while trying to keep New Guy from being too freaking adorable.
Oh PS- Cute Moment:
I told you we were learning sign language, today over the lunchroom New Guy signed, "Maja is my BFF." No big deal, no big deal. :]
**Mistake 1:** I sent this text late at night (note girls: if you feel like you're about to start a fire with one text, give it a night to think it over): "I wish you had time for me." Next day we Skyped until we cried, talking about everything and how impossible it all seemed. Day after that was Homecoming, which we made it through. That night though, after the dance, we decided to take a break. The days following I was either wrapped in whatever I could find on my closet floor, crying, or throwing random punches in the air. We had lunch the day after we decided to break, and he kissed me like I hadn't been kissed in years. It was amazing. I had hope, actually, I knew that I wanted to wait for him forever. Thing is, I'm a teenager. Forever is impossible, nothing is forever. That's something that becomes more and more evident as life goes on (and yes, it does go on).
The days following my mourning period, I started talking to New Guy, and for that week it seriously seemed like I was okay and didn't need Ex-Boyfriend. Funny, funny. We were together for a year and he was my best friend. He still is, even though I haven't heard from him in days. I am already more involved with New Guy than I had ever planned. He's telling me he likes me, I'm telling him he's adorable, we're learning sign language so we can communicate across distances...
**Mistake 2** In my excitement and my fear of technically cheating on him, I hastily decided that I had to break off everything with Zach. I didn't think, I didn't even really give myself time to feel. I just called him, and he was the sweetest about it. He told me to do my own thing, to do what I want to do and be free as a bird. I knew he would understand, as my best friend and someone who I had shared soo much of my life with. But then, I made my mistake: I mentioned New Guy's name. All of a sudden, the entire tone of the conversation changed. He actually said, "If you want to cheat on- I mean, talk to other guys it's cool." Ouch. Then, he changed his profile pic on Facebook and made his status match his defiant tone. I forgot to respect him for that one second, I haven't heard from him in days. Sad part is, he's in town. :/
**Mistake 3** I did not even think I was out of a relationship with Boyfriend (remember, we were on break) before I decided that New Guy was going to save the day, or my life really. Relationships are like rivers, you have to let each run its course. I can't try to turn my relationship with Ex-Boyfriend into one with New Guy. One at a time, keeps sanity and respect in line. You don't want a jealous ex-boyfriend or cheated new guy on your hands. Give each wonderful guy the time and attention he deserves. Although New Guy is helping me deal with the break-up, at the same time he is not getting all of me and he probably never will. This period is critical for us to establish how we are going to be as an "us" (if we are to be an "us") and there's no room for Ex-Boyfriend in this relationship with New Guy, but at the same time with respect to Ex-Boyfriend I have to keep my cheesy Facebook wall posts to a minimum.
So, moral of the story: If you're going to make a rash decision, give it a night or two to mull it over. Talk to trusted friends. Save everyone the heartache. Also, respect yourself after a breakup: Although a new guy may seem like a good idea right after, you'll end up with three broken hearts on your hands instead of just two. Right now, I'm trying to get Ex-Boyfriend's friendship back while trying to keep New Guy from being too freaking adorable.
Oh PS- Cute Moment:
I told you we were learning sign language, today over the lunchroom New Guy signed, "Maja is my BFF." No big deal, no big deal. :]
Monday, October 18, 2010
Tangled Web I'm Weaving
Hey guys,
I should probably fill you in on what has happened to let you know what is happening. Until recently, I was in a year-long relationship with a really incredible guy. We dated from Homecoming to Homecoming. We never fought, we never really disagreed, and we did everything together. He gave me a promise ring for my 17th birthday, and I was so positive we were going to get married that I ruled out any other option for my life. He is a year older than me, so we knew that eventually we would have to make a very big decision. He is an all-state saxophone player, and has always had the plan to become a professional jazz saxophonist. As much as we talked about him doing his thing and me cheering him on, I never realized that the day that he actually did not have time or energy for me would come. He applied to two prestigious music schools, Indiana University and University of Memphis. When he found out that he had not been accepted to Indiana, I was not relieved like you would have thought I would have been. I wanted him to go to Indiana and become famous as much as he did. Probably because then, after he achieved his dream we could get married and everything would be perfect. I knew it was a stretch, but I couldn't think of anything better.
He enrolled in University of Memphis, which is only an hour away. Relief. I did not even consider us having problems, or breaking up. Really, neither did any of our friends or family. Like I said, we never had problems. Everything was always perfect. Maybe that is why the distance was so hard. We went from seeing each other every day, knowing everything about everything about each other, to having to schedule Skype dates, call on schedule, and give each other space. I convinced myself that it was working because we both loved each other. However, as he got into more ensembles and made more friends and I started to live my own life it was becoming more and more evident that us staying happy and balanced was close to impossible. He would come home every other weekend or so, but we would miss each other so much that the weekend would have so much pressure on it, one of us always cracked. I would plan an elaborate surprise date and he would have made plans with family. He would want to sweep me away and I would have a band contest. The Thursday before he came home for Homecoming, we had a Skype date that lasted way into the morning hours. It wasn't working. We were both worn out. Out of respect for each other, it just had to end, break, something. We were going to be the end of each other's best years. So he came home Friday, and wanting to make the night as memorable as the one last year, he did everything he could to make everything seem okay. But you know how when you're so used to seeing a spark in someone's eyes, when it's not there the whole world seems dull? Slow-dancing was a slow torture. If he was going to do it, I wanted it to happen soon. We went to my house, we talked, he made my make-up all over his fancy white shirt. He cried. If you can help it, never see the guy you love cry. His voice got all squeaky and everything stopped mattering to me. I wanted him to be happy.
We decided to take a break, and pursue our own interests. Out of emotion, out of desperation I suppose, I kept telling him that I would wait, that I couldn't love anyone else or let go of him. That whole week I talked to him probably three times. He was fulfilling the contract, he was living his life. I was moping. I was around band kids that whole week though, and started talking really deeply to anyone who would listen. One of them kept listening. I would get deep, then he would, then I would. In a week he told me I knew more about him than his best friends. I can't decide if I'm into him because he listens, or if I'm into him because he tells me things. I know I see a bit of Zach in him, the good things. Innocent, moral, honest, deep. That's unfair to New Guy though, but of course God has put the most understanding male specimen in the world in my life right now. He's therapy, but he's more I think. Whenever I'm around him I accidentally stare at his lips a lot. Oops :] I don't want him to think he's rebound, but if he is it'll be a quick one. I'm moving on with my life in a healthier way. New Guy wants us to hang out with his friends a lot. My problem has always been giving one person everything. I want to be around good people and experience life outside of a scheduled plan. I don't want to think about marriage right now. Ex-Boyfriend (I hate saying that), let's call him Best Friend Still, has thrown a few Facebook punches but he has every right to. He knows all my secrets and he's been in my life to teach me so many lessons. New Guy has made the hardest moment in my life a smooth transition into something more refined and purposeful. I'm not getting married to a pro saxophonist. He'll prob still be one though. He'll marry some little Asian cello player. Rock on, Best Friend Still. Still love you.
Moral of the story: Just keep swimming. God will never put you into a situation you can't handle. I thought my world was ending. I'm 17. It's just beginning. :]
I should probably fill you in on what has happened to let you know what is happening. Until recently, I was in a year-long relationship with a really incredible guy. We dated from Homecoming to Homecoming. We never fought, we never really disagreed, and we did everything together. He gave me a promise ring for my 17th birthday, and I was so positive we were going to get married that I ruled out any other option for my life. He is a year older than me, so we knew that eventually we would have to make a very big decision. He is an all-state saxophone player, and has always had the plan to become a professional jazz saxophonist. As much as we talked about him doing his thing and me cheering him on, I never realized that the day that he actually did not have time or energy for me would come. He applied to two prestigious music schools, Indiana University and University of Memphis. When he found out that he had not been accepted to Indiana, I was not relieved like you would have thought I would have been. I wanted him to go to Indiana and become famous as much as he did. Probably because then, after he achieved his dream we could get married and everything would be perfect. I knew it was a stretch, but I couldn't think of anything better.
He enrolled in University of Memphis, which is only an hour away. Relief. I did not even consider us having problems, or breaking up. Really, neither did any of our friends or family. Like I said, we never had problems. Everything was always perfect. Maybe that is why the distance was so hard. We went from seeing each other every day, knowing everything about everything about each other, to having to schedule Skype dates, call on schedule, and give each other space. I convinced myself that it was working because we both loved each other. However, as he got into more ensembles and made more friends and I started to live my own life it was becoming more and more evident that us staying happy and balanced was close to impossible. He would come home every other weekend or so, but we would miss each other so much that the weekend would have so much pressure on it, one of us always cracked. I would plan an elaborate surprise date and he would have made plans with family. He would want to sweep me away and I would have a band contest. The Thursday before he came home for Homecoming, we had a Skype date that lasted way into the morning hours. It wasn't working. We were both worn out. Out of respect for each other, it just had to end, break, something. We were going to be the end of each other's best years. So he came home Friday, and wanting to make the night as memorable as the one last year, he did everything he could to make everything seem okay. But you know how when you're so used to seeing a spark in someone's eyes, when it's not there the whole world seems dull? Slow-dancing was a slow torture. If he was going to do it, I wanted it to happen soon. We went to my house, we talked, he made my make-up all over his fancy white shirt. He cried. If you can help it, never see the guy you love cry. His voice got all squeaky and everything stopped mattering to me. I wanted him to be happy.
We decided to take a break, and pursue our own interests. Out of emotion, out of desperation I suppose, I kept telling him that I would wait, that I couldn't love anyone else or let go of him. That whole week I talked to him probably three times. He was fulfilling the contract, he was living his life. I was moping. I was around band kids that whole week though, and started talking really deeply to anyone who would listen. One of them kept listening. I would get deep, then he would, then I would. In a week he told me I knew more about him than his best friends. I can't decide if I'm into him because he listens, or if I'm into him because he tells me things. I know I see a bit of Zach in him, the good things. Innocent, moral, honest, deep. That's unfair to New Guy though, but of course God has put the most understanding male specimen in the world in my life right now. He's therapy, but he's more I think. Whenever I'm around him I accidentally stare at his lips a lot. Oops :] I don't want him to think he's rebound, but if he is it'll be a quick one. I'm moving on with my life in a healthier way. New Guy wants us to hang out with his friends a lot. My problem has always been giving one person everything. I want to be around good people and experience life outside of a scheduled plan. I don't want to think about marriage right now. Ex-Boyfriend (I hate saying that), let's call him Best Friend Still, has thrown a few Facebook punches but he has every right to. He knows all my secrets and he's been in my life to teach me so many lessons. New Guy has made the hardest moment in my life a smooth transition into something more refined and purposeful. I'm not getting married to a pro saxophonist. He'll prob still be one though. He'll marry some little Asian cello player. Rock on, Best Friend Still. Still love you.
Moral of the story: Just keep swimming. God will never put you into a situation you can't handle. I thought my world was ending. I'm 17. It's just beginning. :]
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