i just wanna dance

Rewwwiiinnddd

Aw, the good old days of pop...i miss the bsb...like the 90's bsb.

Hmmm

I was talking to a guy friend of mine about crushes. We both agreed that initially, we had thought that once you grew to be a certain age, the intensity of crushes and the vulnerability you feel would fade away. We were both wrong, haha!

On a sidenote, I really like these songs right now:

man oh man

I really do enjoy making mountains out of mole hills, no?

LOL...oh well. Story of my life.

Movie Moments

This weekend has been filled with beach, beach, beach time galore! I think I am now darker than my sister haha. Anyways, during a night/early morning of crabbing, my friends and I started talking about those special moments in your life that mirror that of a movie scene. For some reason, when it was my turn to share, I picked one moment from when I was 17. I guess because it was just so cute, and something that you can only attribute to adolescent puppy "like-like" haha.

I had just graduated high school. I was very depressed because the very next day I'd be leaving San Diego, my home and my life, and heading over to the east coast. I had wished I could have at least enjoyed some of my summer in SD, but unfortunately I had a college orientation I had to make in Virginia.

So, grad night had finally come and I was enjoying my last few hours with my bff and friends. That year's Grad night took place on a yacht, which was set to circle Mission Bay for a few hours; until around 430ish am I think? Grad night came and went, and it was time to load the buses, which would be bringing us back to the high school parking lot. I was so tired, I fell asleep on the way back. About 30 min later we arrived at Serra High. Our bus was the last of 4 to make it back. Groggy, depressed and just mentally, emotionally and physically exhausted, I made my way through the school bus. As I reached the steps, I looked down and noticed "D" standing there with flowers. "D" was a boy I had been talking to for a couple weeks before graduation. For some reason or other, he opted not to go to Grad Night. Anyways, we knew whatever we were trying to start wouldn't amount to anything because I was leaving. I mean what else would you expect at 17 and 18 years old? Nonetheless, I grew to really like him and I think he liked me a lot too.

It was the sweetest thing ever to see this 18 year old blond haired, blue eyed boy standing there at 5 am with flowers- just because he wanted to see me and say goodbye one last time. He had told me he waited for awhile because 1) he didn't know what time we'd be back and 2) he didn't know which bus I was in. So basically he stood at the door of every bus before finally finding the one I would get out of.

It was one of those teen movie chick flick type moments. I'll never forget it. Amazing how one little sweet gesture can stick with you.

Forget It

Sometimes I don't know why I even try anymore