Recently I have been partaking in certain teenage rituals, such as learning to drive a car. While I might still be the annoying backseat driver, I'm certainly learning a few things from Lauren's dad as he teaches her to drive.
And get this: she's really good. After half an hour on Saturday she could drive the automatic up and down the street and park it, and after an hour today she could drive the manual without stalling, change gear, and even manage something vaguely resembling a parking maneouvre =D. She hasn't even bunny-hopped yet. Not ONCE! She even managed to be so good and learn so quickly that she's thoroughly discouraged me from wanting to learn to drive, which is a good thing because then I won't be dead in a year's time. She just learns so quickly and effortlessly that I know I won't be able to match her, and that puts me off driving.
But I have never been more proud of her than I was this evening. She is incredible in every way, and I am utterly confused as to why someone so perfect should want to go out with a stupid, retarded idiot like me. I guess it's because she's so self-conscious and modest that she refuses to admit that she's perfect and therefore way out of my league.
But she is. She can drive really well, she's an awesome girlfriend in every way and I bet all the money I have that she'll get a better report than me come tomorrow.
She really is amazing. Her only flaw is her boyfriend.
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Monday, December 7, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
At the End of the Day
Today has been the day of weirdness.
In particular, weird conversations.
In double Physics, I defibulated Tim a lot, and talked to Jesse, who hasn't been at school for forever. Normal enough so far I guess.
In double Supervised I went to the library, and had the most mind-numbing and agonisingly long conversation possible. I was sitting between Arian and Abbey Wachtel or however you spell her name. God...
Then it was on to Maths, where I talked to the English kids, and then got told off by Mr. Akele for wagging supervised.
Then I went back to the library, where Mr Moyle told me that wagging supervised was okay. And then she came to see me quickly, looking sexy as =D
It seems less strange in writing, but it was a weird day. Somehow I even managed to get all my work done.
On another note, has anyone actually tried hitting the "Next blog" button on the dashboard at the top of the screen? Some of the blogs you can visit are just plain weird. Seriously, try it...
In particular, weird conversations.
In double Physics, I defibulated Tim a lot, and talked to Jesse, who hasn't been at school for forever. Normal enough so far I guess.
In double Supervised I went to the library, and had the most mind-numbing and agonisingly long conversation possible. I was sitting between Arian and Abbey Wachtel or however you spell her name. God...
Then it was on to Maths, where I talked to the English kids, and then got told off by Mr. Akele for wagging supervised.
Then I went back to the library, where Mr Moyle told me that wagging supervised was okay. And then she came to see me quickly, looking sexy as =D
It seems less strange in writing, but it was a weird day. Somehow I even managed to get all my work done.
On another note, has anyone actually tried hitting the "Next blog" button on the dashboard at the top of the screen? Some of the blogs you can visit are just plain weird. Seriously, try it...
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
That's When You Know...
For everyone
The story goes
There's a special someone
To make them whole
Someone to give their heart completely
And you may search
High and low
And when you find your angel
And when you know
Then you finally get that feeling
It'll be as clear as the air you're breathing
That's when the world feels small beneath your feet
It's when the stars above are only just out of reach
When you feel you're alive for the very first time
And there's nothing that you can rise above
That's when you know that you're in love
Who can tell the time and place
When you see your soul reflected in their face
It'll be a spell you're under
And it'll hit you just like thunder
That's when the world feels small beneath your feet
It's when the stars above are only just out of reach
When you feel you're alive for the very first time
And when you hold them in your arms and can't let go
That's when you know
For all of my life
I have been searching
For something I couldn't find
But now that I know that you are the one
I understand
I read the signs
'Cos now the world feels small beneath my feet
And all the stars above are only just out of reach
When you feel you're alive for the very first time
And there's nothing that you can rise above
That's when you know that you're in love
Nine months. I love you
The story goes
There's a special someone
To make them whole
Someone to give their heart completely
And you may search
High and low
And when you find your angel
And when you know
Then you finally get that feeling
It'll be as clear as the air you're breathing
That's when the world feels small beneath your feet
It's when the stars above are only just out of reach
When you feel you're alive for the very first time
And there's nothing that you can rise above
That's when you know that you're in love
Who can tell the time and place
When you see your soul reflected in their face
It'll be a spell you're under
And it'll hit you just like thunder
That's when the world feels small beneath your feet
It's when the stars above are only just out of reach
When you feel you're alive for the very first time
And when you hold them in your arms and can't let go
That's when you know
For all of my life
I have been searching
For something I couldn't find
But now that I know that you are the one
I understand
I read the signs
'Cos now the world feels small beneath my feet
And all the stars above are only just out of reach
When you feel you're alive for the very first time
And there's nothing that you can rise above
That's when you know that you're in love
Nine months. I love you
Monday, November 9, 2009
I'm dating a model...
You can probably guess that this is gonna be mushy from the title, so anyone who isn't Muff is free to leave now and look at a more interesting, less repetitive page.
Bear with me.
She is pretty. Yesterday at Simone's, we were models together. Basically, Simone overwhelmed us with copious amounts of make-up and made us do poses in the searing heat in her back garden. It was all for her art assignment, with fairy outfits to be photoshopped on later, which would explain why I was bordering on the "Kill me now" and "I might melt soon" sort of attitude basically as soon as we got outside.
One such pose was that we had to pretend we were newly-weds, holding hands and gazing into each ther's eyes. And gosh it was easy. Standing there, holding her hand, and just disappearing into those beautiful blue eyes. The sight is still imprinted on my mind as the most amazing thing I have ever seen. My heart turned to gooey mush as I stared straight into her soul, and I realised how much I loved her. I could easily have stayed there all day, despite the fact that I was topless and barefoot and rapidly getting sunburnt. It was the most gorgeous experience I've ever had. I love her.
Even better than that was that she was a slut fairy. I hope she doesn't kill me for saying this, but those tight leggings and tank top (with the straps off because they weren't allowed to be in the picture) made her look HOT. And I mean SEXY AS.
Wow. She continues to blow my mind...
Bear with me.
She is pretty. Yesterday at Simone's, we were models together. Basically, Simone overwhelmed us with copious amounts of make-up and made us do poses in the searing heat in her back garden. It was all for her art assignment, with fairy outfits to be photoshopped on later, which would explain why I was bordering on the "Kill me now" and "I might melt soon" sort of attitude basically as soon as we got outside.
One such pose was that we had to pretend we were newly-weds, holding hands and gazing into each ther's eyes. And gosh it was easy. Standing there, holding her hand, and just disappearing into those beautiful blue eyes. The sight is still imprinted on my mind as the most amazing thing I have ever seen. My heart turned to gooey mush as I stared straight into her soul, and I realised how much I loved her. I could easily have stayed there all day, despite the fact that I was topless and barefoot and rapidly getting sunburnt. It was the most gorgeous experience I've ever had. I love her.
Even better than that was that she was a slut fairy. I hope she doesn't kill me for saying this, but those tight leggings and tank top (with the straps off because they weren't allowed to be in the picture) made her look HOT. And I mean SEXY AS.
Wow. She continues to blow my mind...
Friday, November 6, 2009
Here we go again...
I'm really sorry, but I guess you knew it would happen sooner or later. Yes, I'm going to write a mushy blog. I apologise in advance, and anyone who hears me out wins a prize.
As many of you don't know, last night was bonfire night. I'm not going to go into the history of it now, but it's a tradition in our family to go to my grandparents' house and have a big tea. If in England, we would have fireworks and a bonfire, but in Australia those are banned so we play with sparklers instead.
The thing is, she came with us last night to my grandparents'. She's already had the "meet the parents" thing, but meeting the grandparents is a whole new watermelon. I think she enjoyed it too, although you might have to ask her.
My reason for writing this blog though was the feeling I had all night. I know that out of our friendship group we have one of the shortest-running relationships at nearly ten months, but I get the feeling that what we have is something enviable by many teens.
Take the stuck-up, brainless "popular" guys for instance. Sure, in my supervised study lesson they talk about how awesome they are cause they had sex with 5 girls on the weekend and they're cheating on their "girlfriend" and all that junk, but I can bet that they haven't had a relationship as long or as perfect as Muffy's and mine.
Because I can't ever see myself breaking up with her. There's nothing about her that really annoys me, and we're really comfortable around each other. I trust her. And every time I think of the future, she's in it, and I'm praying that that will never change. I want to be with her forever, and it's quite a profound feeling that I don't reckon many teens will experience for a while. I love her.
P.S. Sucked in! No prizes for you!
P.P.S. Yes I did say watermelon. Scroll back up and check if you like.
As many of you don't know, last night was bonfire night. I'm not going to go into the history of it now, but it's a tradition in our family to go to my grandparents' house and have a big tea. If in England, we would have fireworks and a bonfire, but in Australia those are banned so we play with sparklers instead.
The thing is, she came with us last night to my grandparents'. She's already had the "meet the parents" thing, but meeting the grandparents is a whole new watermelon. I think she enjoyed it too, although you might have to ask her.
My reason for writing this blog though was the feeling I had all night. I know that out of our friendship group we have one of the shortest-running relationships at nearly ten months, but I get the feeling that what we have is something enviable by many teens.
Take the stuck-up, brainless "popular" guys for instance. Sure, in my supervised study lesson they talk about how awesome they are cause they had sex with 5 girls on the weekend and they're cheating on their "girlfriend" and all that junk, but I can bet that they haven't had a relationship as long or as perfect as Muffy's and mine.
Because I can't ever see myself breaking up with her. There's nothing about her that really annoys me, and we're really comfortable around each other. I trust her. And every time I think of the future, she's in it, and I'm praying that that will never change. I want to be with her forever, and it's quite a profound feeling that I don't reckon many teens will experience for a while. I love her.
P.S. Sucked in! No prizes for you!
P.P.S. Yes I did say watermelon. Scroll back up and check if you like.
Monday, October 19, 2009
My outburst of emotion for the year...
So.
She's gone. You probably already knew that, but she's in Port Lincoln. Just for a few days, but I feel like a part of me is missing already. And I know that unlike some, I'm hardly experienced enough at living without a partner to provide much insight into this, but I know for a fact that I feel different.
While it may not be a few months before I see her again, I feel really lost without her. I noticed in photography today just how quiet and shy I become when she's not around to loosen me up. She really does bring out the best in me.
Without her, I feel hollow somehow. I guess it's because this time I'm worried about her, but all the same, it's unnerving.
That, piled on top of all the homework/exam difficulties I have at the moment is really bringing me down. I feel even worse when I remember that I haven't even got it hard, that her uncle's already died from cancer this year, and now her grandad's dying. DYING. And I'm upset because I suck at homework.
God I'm shallow.
So Erin, if you read this, that's how I feel at the moment.
She's gone. You probably already knew that, but she's in Port Lincoln. Just for a few days, but I feel like a part of me is missing already. And I know that unlike some, I'm hardly experienced enough at living without a partner to provide much insight into this, but I know for a fact that I feel different.
While it may not be a few months before I see her again, I feel really lost without her. I noticed in photography today just how quiet and shy I become when she's not around to loosen me up. She really does bring out the best in me.
Without her, I feel hollow somehow. I guess it's because this time I'm worried about her, but all the same, it's unnerving.
That, piled on top of all the homework/exam difficulties I have at the moment is really bringing me down. I feel even worse when I remember that I haven't even got it hard, that her uncle's already died from cancer this year, and now her grandad's dying. DYING. And I'm upset because I suck at homework.
God I'm shallow.
So Erin, if you read this, that's how I feel at the moment.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Love is...
Love is sticking by you and taking care of you even though you had a stupid and irreparable argument with her best friend.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
This sounds bad to begin with but it isn't supposed to be at all...
Okay I admit it...
She is not perfect. Well, not completely. As you'll find out if you read her blog, she has major self-esteem issues, and she doesn't want me to lie to her about her looks.
So, Muffy, you are not perfect. You are not perfect because of your lack of self-esteem. But here's the good news: that is the only reason why you are not perfect. And we can work on that together, no matter what happens in our friendship circle or in the larger world.
I promise. And I love you.
She is not perfect. Well, not completely. As you'll find out if you read her blog, she has major self-esteem issues, and she doesn't want me to lie to her about her looks.
So, Muffy, you are not perfect. You are not perfect because of your lack of self-esteem. But here's the good news: that is the only reason why you are not perfect. And we can work on that together, no matter what happens in our friendship circle or in the larger world.
I promise. And I love you.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Please listen to me...
Look, I told her that it wasn't about her myself. I knew it wasn't about her, but she was heartbroken for the rest of the day because she thought it was. Her two greatest fears are having other people bitch about her, and losing me. She has had people bitch about her in the past, people she trusted, and so she reacts badly to anything remotely like that. So what I said was more of a warning than an accusation. But if you want to hate me for loving her and protecting her, and subsequently lose a friend who dearly wants to help you, then that's your decision.
I've told my side of the story, now it's up to you...
I've told my side of the story, now it's up to you...
Monday, September 28, 2009
Wow
She is mindblowing.
And perfect. I even like her parents.
But on another note, she's terrified that you posted that about her. So if I find out that you did, I will kill you till you're dead. You'll know who you are if you read this and you actually did post that about her.
And perfect. I even like her parents.
But on another note, she's terrified that you posted that about her. So if I find out that you did, I will kill you till you're dead. You'll know who you are if you read this and you actually did post that about her.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Up
Like Serena, I have recently seen Up, and it made me sad too. Now that I have my lovely girlfriend, whenever I see anything remotely sad to do with couples, my heart sinks. I begin to think 'What if that was us?'
So, the beginning of the film made hope that nothing bad happens to us, because I'm so happy with her. Which is why I'm going to her house tomorrow - YAY!
But hopefully nothing bad will happen to us - I'm so scared of losing her and becoming lonely and lost in the world, especially if circumstances went the way Serena fears and I got old and lonely.
You should check out her blog - it's good. But I have no idea why I'm writing that because all four of followers follow her blog too anyway, and she has more followers than me. I guess I just have nothing interesting to say. Either that or I've scared you all off, in which case I'm talking to myself.
Shutting up now...
So, the beginning of the film made hope that nothing bad happens to us, because I'm so happy with her. Which is why I'm going to her house tomorrow - YAY!
But hopefully nothing bad will happen to us - I'm so scared of losing her and becoming lonely and lost in the world, especially if circumstances went the way Serena fears and I got old and lonely.
You should check out her blog - it's good. But I have no idea why I'm writing that because all four of followers follow her blog too anyway, and she has more followers than me. I guess I just have nothing interesting to say. Either that or I've scared you all off, in which case I'm talking to myself.
Shutting up now...
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
I am Doctor Who
I am an outsider to all species of human living on this planet. I am not fully guy, for reasons that would take too long to explain, but I am not a girl either. I can find faults in both sexes.
Guys are disgusting pigs. And girls are confusing. It seems that every girl's greatest fear is other girls bitching about her, which of course is exactly why bitching is so many girls' favourite thing to do. I mean, ????????. Hence my girlfriend thinks everyone hates her, when in fact she is the most adorable and perfect girl on the planet. Sorry to all my fine female followers, but this is the truth. I love you, princess.
So I have decided that I am in fact Doctor Who. Apparently when my hair is longer I even look a little like him.
Speaking of which, who agrees with Morgan when he says that Doctor Who is a superhero? Comment with your votes...
Guys are disgusting pigs. And girls are confusing. It seems that every girl's greatest fear is other girls bitching about her, which of course is exactly why bitching is so many girls' favourite thing to do. I mean, ????????. Hence my girlfriend thinks everyone hates her, when in fact she is the most adorable and perfect girl on the planet. Sorry to all my fine female followers, but this is the truth. I love you, princess.
So I have decided that I am in fact Doctor Who. Apparently when my hair is longer I even look a little like him.
Speaking of which, who agrees with Morgan when he says that Doctor Who is a superhero? Comment with your votes...
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Walking on water might actually happen with all this rain...
Somehow, everything worked out. She even met my parents today and didn't die of terror.
I guess miracles really do occur.
And the most wonderful thing of all is that I got my princess back. I have no idea how, after fucking up that badly, but I did. And my parents like her.
And after what could be classed as the worst day of my life, I feel happy. I got my damned English essay finished (yes it was due a week ago - apparently I am a fool for thinking that once work has been submitted it's finished), and she still loves me.
And I love her. I can say that confidently now and know that I'm right.
So apart from the many tests and assignments due this week, and the two full days of revision I have to come to school for next week, all is well in my little corner of the world.
Next thing you know I'll start healing the blind and actually avoiding ruining our relationship.
Sweet Miracles.
I guess miracles really do occur.
And the most wonderful thing of all is that I got my princess back. I have no idea how, after fucking up that badly, but I did. And my parents like her.
And after what could be classed as the worst day of my life, I feel happy. I got my damned English essay finished (yes it was due a week ago - apparently I am a fool for thinking that once work has been submitted it's finished), and she still loves me.
And I love her. I can say that confidently now and know that I'm right.
So apart from the many tests and assignments due this week, and the two full days of revision I have to come to school for next week, all is well in my little corner of the world.
Next thing you know I'll start healing the blind and actually avoiding ruining our relationship.
Sweet Miracles.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
She is so perfect
I had no idea that one could improve on perfection.
But now I know that miracles do occur. Because today, the most perfect-looking girl in the history of the planet just got even more beautiful.
She had her hair up today, and somehow (don't ask me how) she looked even more angelic and wonderful than she normally does. Perfection has become even more pure and perfect.
And perfection is mine and I love her. She must always have her hair up from now on.
But now I know that miracles do occur. Because today, the most perfect-looking girl in the history of the planet just got even more beautiful.
She had her hair up today, and somehow (don't ask me how) she looked even more angelic and wonderful than she normally does. Perfection has become even more pure and perfect.
And perfection is mine and I love her. She must always have her hair up from now on.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
More complaining, then some mushy
I thought that once I finally got that damn Critical Essay out of the way that my life would become pleasant once again. I was wrong. I now have another English essay and a Legal Studies essay both due next Friday. Fun.
On the upside, spending time with her today was great. I love the way that we can be so intimate, but most of all I love her. She is so good to me, and she practically exploded with happiness when I told her that every time I see her, she gets more beautiful and my heart melts just that little bit more.
Bless her. She's so adorable...
On the upside, spending time with her today was great. I love the way that we can be so intimate, but most of all I love her. She is so good to me, and she practically exploded with happiness when I told her that every time I see her, she gets more beautiful and my heart melts just that little bit more.
Bless her. She's so adorable...
Monday, September 14, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Even more naughtiness
After reading Serena's blog about kissing and getting felt up, I couldn't help but think of kissing that beautiful girlfriend of mine.
It took me a long time to kiss her, mostly because I was afraid of my parents finding out, and not really because I was innocent and all that. Cause you should have discovered by now that I'm not.
As if to prove this, I absolutely love making out with her. She is so kissable and sexy and passionate. I also love to feel her up while kissing her to heaven - I'm a horny teenage guy so it suits me fine, and it feels nice, so she lets me do it. Not that she's a slut or anything, cause really that's more my role in the relationship.
I just love being so intimate with her without anything being awkward. We really are in love.
It took me a long time to kiss her, mostly because I was afraid of my parents finding out, and not really because I was innocent and all that. Cause you should have discovered by now that I'm not.
As if to prove this, I absolutely love making out with her. She is so kissable and sexy and passionate. I also love to feel her up while kissing her to heaven - I'm a horny teenage guy so it suits me fine, and it feels nice, so she lets me do it. Not that she's a slut or anything, cause really that's more my role in the relationship.
I just love being so intimate with her without anything being awkward. We really are in love.
Ummmmm.....
Well I suppose I had to make this blog a bit naughty sooner or later. To prove that I'm not entirely a hopeless romantic, I thought I'd do the proper teenage guy thing and talk about how sexy my girlfriend is.
She is perfect. Everything about her is so hot and amazing. She insists that she's flat-chested but she really isn't, and when you're that magnificently skinny moderately-sized breasts look bigger anyway. She even has nice cleavage, which sort of proves her wrong.
She has wonderfully smooth and sensual skin, with an unbelievable lack of blemishes. Her tummy is gorgeously flat which helps to accentuate her figure even more. She has incredibly sexy legs which suit her perfectly, and quite simply the sexiest ass I have ever seen.
She is so damn hot. And she's mine. I'm even in the process of convincing her to wear more provocative clothes just cause she looks so good. I can't help it. Really.
I feel so special to have the sexiest girl ever as my girlfriend. I love her so much, and I apologise to my followers for making you realise that I'm not really that sweet or innocent after all. I'm worse than you'll ever know....
She is perfect. Everything about her is so hot and amazing. She insists that she's flat-chested but she really isn't, and when you're that magnificently skinny moderately-sized breasts look bigger anyway. She even has nice cleavage, which sort of proves her wrong.
She has wonderfully smooth and sensual skin, with an unbelievable lack of blemishes. Her tummy is gorgeously flat which helps to accentuate her figure even more. She has incredibly sexy legs which suit her perfectly, and quite simply the sexiest ass I have ever seen.
She is so damn hot. And she's mine. I'm even in the process of convincing her to wear more provocative clothes just cause she looks so good. I can't help it. Really.
I feel so special to have the sexiest girl ever as my girlfriend. I love her so much, and I apologise to my followers for making you realise that I'm not really that sweet or innocent after all. I'm worse than you'll ever know....
Psychologists would love me...
I am so weird.
After willingly getting up at 6.30 to help my dad do sound at Seaford, I went to the movies to see "The Young Victoria" with my mum, auntie and grandma.
All things which no teenage guy would ever do. Ever.
And that's before I begin to talk about how much of a hopeless romantic I am...
After willingly getting up at 6.30 to help my dad do sound at Seaford, I went to the movies to see "The Young Victoria" with my mum, auntie and grandma.
All things which no teenage guy would ever do. Ever.
And that's before I begin to talk about how much of a hopeless romantic I am...
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