Thursday, February 13, 2014

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Since Taryn told me she is sure me and Andy will be Valentines, I couldn't stop thinking about it. What if he does show up at my house and ask me to be his valentine in the most cliché, but most adorable way ever. It's never happened, and I'm pretty sure I would bawl my eyes out if it did happen.

It might happen, but it might not happen. I will never know. I won't know until the time comes. I won't know until I see him there at my door.

Even though I got a lot of work done yesterday, I still have a lot more to do. I push all my work behind, which isn't good. I sat curled up on the couch with my computer on my lap, and my phone next to me.

I have been texting Andy all day and it has really distracted my from doing my work. As much as I have the urge to drop out, I want to stay with college and get a job in journalism. It's been what I wanted to do since I was in like eighth grade.

As I was about to start with the last paragraph of my last paper, my phone buzzed.

From: Ballsack
Better get those papers done. Or else we won't be able to hang out later.

That text right there gave me the courage to finish this paper.

To: Ballsack
Then stop texting me you ass. I'm finishing it now, I'll be over in 20.


I put my phone next to me and focused on the screen again, real quickly typing up the rest of the paper. I didn't send it in because I still had to edit and revise it, and it wasn't due until next Tuesday anyway. I closed my computer and walked into my room. I went into the bathroom to see that I looked like death. It doesn't really matter though.

I just threw my hair into a sloppy bun and put my glasses on. I already had an old pair of ripped skinny jeans and a pullover on. Once I was real quick done in the bathroom, I headed downstairs and grabbed my keys. I left the house and made the journey to Andy's.

The drive was quick because he doesn't live far away, so yeah. I was there pretty quick. I stopped my car and walked up to the front door. I clench my fists and hit them to the wooden door. The door soon opened.

He stood there smiling down at me like a little fag. "It actually grossens me how much I have been here." He chuckled.

I walked into the house and sat on the couch putting my head on the back of the couch. "How did the work go?" he asked, sitting next to me.

"Shitty and dreadful," I groaned. I just finished my work and I did not want to talk about it. "But, it's not done, I still have to edit and revise it. Why did I choose journalism? I have no clue."

"Well, it will get better, and I will always help if you need."

Notes

this was supposed to be up two days ago, it sucks, its a filler.

I'm doing the chapter that was supposed to be up yesterday as we speak.