Frogs v. Prince

They say you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince. Well...I've kissed a lot of frogs. And some of them momentarily turned into princes...but they eventually returned to their amphibious roots. However, I'm proud to announce after much searching (and smooch testing), yours truly may have found a prince. Well, not may have. He is a prince. And guess what. My name means princess.

You can't blame gravity....

I find myself procrastinating a lot. I can't focus. I don't want to concentrate on anything. I'm content to let my thoughts bounce around in my head willy-nilly. These bouncing thoughts generally drift around to someone, what I'd like to say to them, what I'd like to do with them, to them. I even occasionally doodle his name. I find myself obsessing and agonizing over everything he says and does, even though I know he's doing the same thing with me. While I'm often painfully aware of everything I say and do around him, I can still find myself at ease by just being in his presence. He makes me laugh and smile like no one else can. I can think of times where I've looked at him and started laughing because I knew what he was thinking and he knew what I was thinking. He can magically make my problems go away with just a few words and he's always been there for me. 

I think it's safe to say I might be in love.

Why air guitars and ice skates don't mix...

My tailbone hurts.

Actually, my entire butt hurts. I blame ice skating and loving the air guitar too much. 

So, Sunday I show up to church and apparently we're supposed to go ice skating at 1:30. This is a bit of a problem because Aaron and I had tentative plans to hang out and it would probably take an hour to get to Fairfield and back and chances are Pastor Dave won't get done til 12:30. Well, after much begging and cajoling, I asked Aaron if he wanted to go ice skating with my youth group and he said sure. His dad was nice enough to drop him off at my house and then we headed back to my church, getting there at 1:25 (cause we're that good).

The skating rink was COLD. Kyra had warned me about this but I didn't realize just how cold it was going to be. Brrrrrr...................But on to other things. 

So after being a wee bit shaky and afraid to move for a few minutes, skating comes right back to me. It's really just like being on roller skates anyway. So an hour or so goes by and I've gotten rather cocky. While goofing around to a song and playing air guitar, I leaned a little too far back on a wicked solo and BAM! Down I went, right on my tailbone. I sat there, partially shocked I'd fallen, mostly in pain, and trying to decide whether to laugh or cry. I got up (with some help from Aaron cause he'd offered), and didn't goof around on my skates again for the rest of the afternoon. 

Now it's the next day. My tailbone still hurts if I bend at certain angles forwards or sideways or whatever. My left wrist hurts when I flex it in any direction (not a sharp pain, but sore for sure). 

So we'll chalk this up to a lesson learned: Do not, I repeat DO NOT, rock out on air guitar too hard while ice skating or your ass will hate you forever.

Life was so much easier back when boys had cooties...

You know it's true. Life was way easier back when boys had cooties.

Before we wanted them to hold our hands, hug us, or kiss us, we were happy. We didn't care that boys crossed rooms to talk to our friends, and not us.  We were happy they weren't talking to us! We didn't care if the cutest guy in the class said hi to us. We didn't care if we got asked to the dance. We were happy to just have our girlfriends and to not have any boys bothering us.

Oh how things change.

The switch flips for everyone at different times. The switch that takes us from "I don't care" to "I'll die without him". Mine flipped kind of early (somewhere between 2nd and 4th grade). And it went hard for quite a few years. Until recently. My switch hit that magically "I don't really care either way" section. In fact, I think I'm happier out of a relationship right now. Well...as long as I still have a guy to cuddle with and tell me I'm pretty on occasion. And I see some of my friends so desperately wanting boyfriends and I wonder, "Why. They're a pain in the ass. Nothing but trouble, really." And then I figured out why I probably don't care if I have a boyfriend: there's usually a guy there for me. As much as I get down on myself, tell myself I'm not that pretty or likable, there's usually a guy there, waiting in the wings incase I happen to want him. Which was a mildly shocking revelation, let me tell you. But it perfectly explains why I'm none too impatient to get a boyfriend. They've always been there, and they don't seem to be going away anytime soon. 

So here's a little "advice": Just be yourself. You'd be amazed what that will do for you. When you stop worrying about trying to impress boys all the time, they tend to like you more. Just like when you can tell a guy is trying to hard for you, they can tell when you're trying to hard for them. So just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride. None of us are getting out of this alive.

Once again the clock struck twelve....

Well 2008 ended over an hour ago....Welcome 2009! I suppose now is a beautiful time for reflection upon this past year.....

Well...I started off last year with a boyfriend, who I dumped in late March. Yay me. I then proceeded to be single until the end of July (real shocker, actually). That lasted until mid-November when I got dumped because he just didn't love me as much anymore. Talk about a real slap in the face. Well I made it through that and here we are a month and a half later and I'm still standing. I'm so grateful for all of the wonderful and absolutely amazing friends I have. They are the best a girl could ask for, and more. 

Tonight Aaron and I decided we're walking together at graduation. Apparently we get to choose. So if you have any suggestions about epic things we could do during the recessional, we'd be appreciative. And the way things are looking on my end, Aaron will be my prom date too. Unless one of us has something going by the time April rolls around....

College application deadlines are drawing close and I'm just not quite done. I don't want to write essays. They kind of make me want to shoot myself. Oh well. I'm so broke who knows how I'm going to be able to pay for any of it.

So next year, I'm kissing a guy at midnight. A cute guy. I'll find a way to make this happen. I really will. I'm with Anna Marie on this one: I need a reason to shave my legs in the winter. I need a guy who is worth the extra ten to fifteen minutes in the shower.

If I play my cards right, 2009 will easily top 2008. Here's hoping we get all we wish for and more.