Did I get your attention? Hehehehe. Well good, thats what I meant to do. So I got three voicemails from my ex, and an email. Fun fun fun. She doesn't want to let go. ::frowns:: I would like to move on. Yah, the world hates me more often than not. I think my chemistry teacher is possessed by the devil AND his family. Heres part of the conversation:
Some girl in class: Mr. Virzi, do you want this? (holds up worksheet)

The power of mitts on a sting.

The only thing more depressing than opening your email account and having 0 messages is opening your second account and having 0 messages there, too.

Okay, I know... actually lots of things are more depressing. But this morning that one takes the cake.

Should I have just Kissed him?

Well, my predicament over what to do about the new guy who liked me and the old one who liked me again is over. New things happened, I decided, and I am very happy with my decision.

A week ago, I went to a play with some friends and the old guy drove. I sat next to him in the front seat and we flirted the whole time. When we got back, everyone else went to bed and we went back to his place to watch a movie version of the play we had seen. We ended up getting closer and closer, laughing more and more, and I finally brought up what happened back in January. It was awkward at first, but we talked about it freely and even a little jokingly, and I got some satisfying answers. It was as if he undid everything that had happened, as if he erased all of the bad feelings I had back then. He even said that the reason his relationship didn't work out was because he thought about me too much, and that he had prayed and considered the matter a lot and determined that he made a mistake when he said that we would make better friends than boyfriends. I was skeptical, but I started believing him the more he talked. I mean, why not believe something so positive? So then we started making out for a while, and despite our efforts to the contrary ("We need to set an example," "We're higher species; we can control ourselves.") we ended up doing a bit more. By the morning, as we saw the sun rise, he was calling me his boyfriend. So that's how that happened.