I actually have a handful of dance things that I'm planning on writing about soon, but this needs to be said first. Here's my problem; this blog is about dance. I had to take a little hiatus on the dance posts to let my feet heal, but I though I'd be back and better than ever in no time. But guess what's up...Doc says my feet are never going to heal.
Rewind. The bone stimulators only partially did their job. They were for short term pain management and long term healing. They did the healing part by forming some kind of protective layer around the bone as a whole, however the fractures on the inside never got their act together enough to heal. So what I'm working with now is bones that are cracked in half, yet have a covering on them, and the covering will prevent the inside broken-ness from healing. Damnit.
So, Doc says I'm never allowed to dance again. I'm allowed to run and play and frolic in the meadows all I want, but no dancing. I've been really upset about it and I've actually decided to go against her advise and dance anyway. My problem right now is that where I train is kind of expensive, so I need my ma and daddy on my side to help with the financials. I'm working on it.
I'll keep ya updated on how it goes, but at this point "Defined by the Dance" isn't super accurate. I feel like I'm kind of defined by the gimp. It sucks. I never thought it would go this way. At all. I was positive I was going to heal and head back to ballet as good as new after a month is casts. It's been eight months since I found out my feet were broken. EIGHT. MONTHS.
Monday, April 1, 2013
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Getting to Know Me
A long time ago, Emma from One Less Lonely Dancer tagged me in a challenge she had done, and I, ever the slacker, forgot about it for a while. But don't worry, I'm back and ready to come through with my answers.
Here are the rules:
Here are the rules:
1. List 11 facts about yourself
2. Answer 11 questions left from the blogger that nominated you
3. Ask 11 questions for those you nominate
4. Nominate 11 bloggers that have 200 followers or less
5. Go to each bloggers page and let them know that they have been
nominated
6. Thank the person who nominated you and link back to their blog
First of all, I'm going to let you know that I fully intend on doing this wrong. I write in this blog but I'm not very active on the blogging network, so I don't really follow many bloggers. I follow one or two who have thousands of subscribers, Emma, Lauren, and Star. Since Emma tagged me, I guess I can only tag Lauren and Star, so there goes rule number 4. But the rest, I will try to comply with.
Facts about Me:
1. I am a senior in high school, anxiously awaiting graduation so that I can get out of dodge and start my collegiate adventures. I got into my first choice school on a four year scholarship...yeehaw!
1. I am a senior in high school, anxiously awaiting graduation so that I can get out of dodge and start my collegiate adventures. I got into my first choice school on a four year scholarship...yeehaw!
2. I have a twin brother. I've said this before, but here's a new tidbit. My scholarship is a Navy ROTC scholarship, so after college I will serve in the Navy. Liam will also serve, but in the Army. He is going to West Point which I am so proud of him for but it cracks me up that we're serving in two different branches of the military.
3. I live in a teeny tiny town and I'm not super into it. My graduating class is only about 170 people, of which I am ranked 10th...Mr. West Point is straggling along somewhere around number 30. It's a good thing he can run fast.
4. I love Pinterest (who doesn't) but I absolutely refuse to create any type of "future" board. I live in the present and there is no evidence of any wedding planning or house wishing in my pins.
5. I was born and raised in the United States, but I am also an Irish citizen, so I can legally live and work anywhere in the European Union. Unfortunately, the military isn't really into dual citizenship so I am going to have to give up my Irish citizenship once I graduate college. Oh well.
6. I have extreme problems with procrastination. I have literally been stuck for multiple days in a row, on more than one occasion, wearing clothes that don't fit, match, or flatter me in any way shape or form just because I couldn't get my act together to do my laundry.
7. I have a 25 month old God-daughter named Clare and I literally don't think there is a more precious toddler on this whole entire planet. She is the most happy-go-lucky baby on the planet and I just want to squeeze and her and love her all the time. She is practically bald, has the prettiest blue eyes, and when she smiles and says "Mar Tate!" it melts my heart.
8. I am fairly confident that I have the best job in the world. I teach jazz and acrobatics at a dance studio and I love it. Enough said.
9. I love to swim. I joined the swim team this year for the first time because of my feet (and discovered how much I love butterfly stroke) but I've always loved to swim. When I was 15 I swam across a 3 mile lake. For fun.
10. I have recently made the decision that if I have babies some day, I want them all to be boys. I know it's not something I can control, like, at all, and that's okay. But seriously, I don't want daughters.
11. I have hundreds of acquaintances and dozens of friends, I even have a handful of people that I'm really close with, but there's no one that I'd call my best friend. I don't have a person to tell my secrets to or to ask for advice or any of that. My close friend group is great, but I don't have that one person who's always on my side, ya know?
Emma's Questions:
1. Your dream vacation?
I've traveled to several countries in Europe, and I'd go back to anyone of them, but my absolute dream would be to go to Australia.
2. Your biggest dream?
For a long time it was to be a part of Cirque Du Soleil. I've had to change a lot of what I want with the new prognosis on my feet (update on that soon). I'd still say Cirque is my biggest dream it was always a very extensive reach, but it's virtually unattainable at this point.
3. Do you eat healthy?
I do. Today is Easter Sunday, therefor the last day of Lent. I kind of pigged out today because I gave up, candy, dessert, fast food, soda and junk food for Lent. In general, though, I do eat pretty healthy. My body is like, a temple, or something.
4. Your dearest hobby?
Again, my life kind of spun out of control recently. Dance is still my biggest love, even though I'm not allowed to do it.
5. What is your dream job?
I know I want to do something in the medical field. My favorite class currently is my Anatomy and Physiology class, it's fascinating. I am planning on studying Physical Therapy in college. I got into the PT program at my school, the University of Pittsburgh, so we'll see how that goes!
6. Why do you dance / don't dance?
I started dance because my friend did it. And then I loved it. It came naturally to me, I could pick up new styles very easily and I was super eager to learn new things. I needed, and still need, dance in order to function. Without it I get anxious and grumpy, seriously, it's an addiction.
7. Money or love?
Love baby, love.
8. Do you play any instrument?
I have tried and failed an embarrassing amount of instruments. In order they go; piano, violin, and saxophone. Piano lasted the longest - four years...never learned how to read music. The sax only lasted about six months.
9. Your favorite TV-series?
I love the CW documentary "Breaking Pointe" on the dancers at Ballet West.
10. Do you really care in what kind of world the next generations will
live and do you live sustainably?
I do care, however I think we need a mass overhaul, not just individual efforts. I turn off lights and stop the faucet while I'm brushing my teeth and all that jazz, but we need something huge to happen for a real difference.
11. Helping the orphans and poor or having a luxury house and nice cars?
I have a friend right now who is on a missions trip in Africa and what she's doing looks so rewarding and, honestly, exciting. I'd love to help out developing nations and such. I don't need a car, I hate driving anyway.
My Questions:
1. If you could change your name to anything, what would it be and why?
2. Name one thing that you're really not good at that you want to improve on.
3. What is your favorite childhood memory?
4. You get one superpower for a day. What and why?
5. What inspires you?
6. Have you ever broken a bone or had an injury that required stitches?
7. Skydiving, Bungee Jumping or Scuba Diving?
8. How are your baking skills?
9. What role does music play in your life? Can you sing? Do you Dance? Is music necessary for normal function?
10. Do you have any siblings? If so, what role do they play in your life?
11. Why did you start your blog?
Boom, done. Thanks Emma, this was fun.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
School Dances
I'm really doing everything I can to keep this blog going in the "defined by the dance" direction and not just become a repetitive posts reminding the internet of my persistent broken-ness. So I figured I could talk about school dances - they're dance-y and everyone can relate to them and I think my stance on the matter may surprise you.
I hate them.
Woahh. Let's take a step back. Weird that I would hate them, right? Okay, well maybe hate is kind of a strong word, but I do seriously dislike the hype that surrounds them. I guess the actual act of being at a school dance ain't too bad, but still...
Here are the unspoken rules of high school dances that are just absolutely pointless:
1. Get a dress, but be sure that there will be no one else in attendance with the same dress. If there is someone else in attendance with the same dress, make sure you notice and point it out to everybody and complain. A lot.
2. The dress that you get must be more expensive than a piece of fabric should ever be. And you must advertise the amount you paid and try to justify your stupidity.
3. To accompany the dress you need hooker heels. High and black goes with anything.
4. Even if it is cold, you will not wear a jacket. But you must complain about the temperature while you wait to be let in.
5. Upon arrival at the dance you must immediately ditch the heels and spend the rest of the night barefoot. You will carry your shoes when you leave as well, and reach your next destination still barefoot.
6. When dancing, the closer to the speakers the better. Also, if you can wedge yourself into a position where the people around you are so close that you can only awkwardly sway and grind, do it.
7. There are only two acceptable fast dancing positions. Either facing away from him and grinding your ass into his dick area, or facing in towards him and grinding your vag into his dick area.
8. The slow dance will always and forever be executed as it was in middle school. Why stray from the classics.
9. If you happen to go stag, you are destined to be awkwardly swaying alone all night, and usually next to all your couple friends so it's very clear that you're single.
10. One of your friends (or you) will inevitably have cried at some point throughout the evening.
Waddaya think of that? Now, there are a few of those rules that I actually support. I can pretty much be counted on to be one of the people in the #3, #5, #6, #7 and #10 category (although I have never been the one that cried, because I don't take school dances seriously enough to get upset...which is the way it should be).
Obviously, the rest of the rules I strongly dispute:
#1: Who the hell cares who's wearing what dress. You won't even remember in a week or two.
#2: Absolutely not. The most I've ever paid for a homecoming/valentines dance kind of dress was $25. The most I've ever paid for a prom dress was $100 (pictures to follow).
#4: I hate complainers. I don't wear a jacket because I'm an idiot, but I don't complain because I'm not annoying.
#8: Are you 11? No? Then there is no excuse for this. Let's have a little more creativity people.
#9: I hate this one, but there's not a whole lot you can do about it. I've been there, I get it. However, a good plan is to find a friend who's date ditched him, and the two of you can become new dates.
Seriously, school dances are supposed to be fun. All the fuss just leads to getting upset. So now about my personal experiences:
Homecoming freshman year-
I went with a group of girls, my dress cost $25 (clearance at Macys) and we had a good time. Done.
Homecoming sophomore year-
I borrowed a dress. Went with a giant group of my upper-classmen friends - some single, some not - and laughed a lot. We ate in and screwed around all night.
Prom sophomore year-
I went with pretty much the same group of upper-classmen friends. I got a $30 dress on ebay. We all pitched in $10 and had an awesome dinner at the same friend's house that we ate at for homecoming. Super low key, super fun. I was single but when my friend ditched her date we formed our own little couple for the night. It was great.
Homecoming junior year-
$20 dollar dress. Once again single but that was due to being a horrible person and un-inviting my date the day of (whooopsie) so I went with a group of friends my age. Once again, some single, some not.
Prom junior year-
I went with my best friend, we got the director of our play to make us and another couple dinner. I got a $100 vintage dress on ebay. We didn't get each other flowers because I said he shouldn't spend money on something that I was going to leave on a table to die.
Homecoming senior year-
Got a $15 dress from Forever 21 and myself plus two other single ladies had a blast. Easy peasy.
So there, that's a whole bunch of school dances made cheap and fun just by not being an asshole about it. There are also a lot of school dances I don't go to, but that's because I have to work.
Anyhow, the inspiration behind this post is due to the fact that I'm going to a Valentines dance next weekend. I didn't go to the one my school held, but I'm going to one with my friend at his school. He told me it's a casual glow dance, and I think that's perfect. No expensive dresses, no stupid heels, just friends, fun and black-lights. I'm wearing jeans, my zappers and sneakers, and a plain white v-neck. Beat that.
I hate them.
Woahh. Let's take a step back. Weird that I would hate them, right? Okay, well maybe hate is kind of a strong word, but I do seriously dislike the hype that surrounds them. I guess the actual act of being at a school dance ain't too bad, but still...
Here are the unspoken rules of high school dances that are just absolutely pointless:
1. Get a dress, but be sure that there will be no one else in attendance with the same dress. If there is someone else in attendance with the same dress, make sure you notice and point it out to everybody and complain. A lot.
2. The dress that you get must be more expensive than a piece of fabric should ever be. And you must advertise the amount you paid and try to justify your stupidity.
3. To accompany the dress you need hooker heels. High and black goes with anything.
4. Even if it is cold, you will not wear a jacket. But you must complain about the temperature while you wait to be let in.
5. Upon arrival at the dance you must immediately ditch the heels and spend the rest of the night barefoot. You will carry your shoes when you leave as well, and reach your next destination still barefoot.
6. When dancing, the closer to the speakers the better. Also, if you can wedge yourself into a position where the people around you are so close that you can only awkwardly sway and grind, do it.
7. There are only two acceptable fast dancing positions. Either facing away from him and grinding your ass into his dick area, or facing in towards him and grinding your vag into his dick area.
8. The slow dance will always and forever be executed as it was in middle school. Why stray from the classics.
9. If you happen to go stag, you are destined to be awkwardly swaying alone all night, and usually next to all your couple friends so it's very clear that you're single.
10. One of your friends (or you) will inevitably have cried at some point throughout the evening.
Waddaya think of that? Now, there are a few of those rules that I actually support. I can pretty much be counted on to be one of the people in the #3, #5, #6, #7 and #10 category (although I have never been the one that cried, because I don't take school dances seriously enough to get upset...which is the way it should be).
Obviously, the rest of the rules I strongly dispute:
#1: Who the hell cares who's wearing what dress. You won't even remember in a week or two.
#2: Absolutely not. The most I've ever paid for a homecoming/valentines dance kind of dress was $25. The most I've ever paid for a prom dress was $100 (pictures to follow).
#4: I hate complainers. I don't wear a jacket because I'm an idiot, but I don't complain because I'm not annoying.
#8: Are you 11? No? Then there is no excuse for this. Let's have a little more creativity people.
#9: I hate this one, but there's not a whole lot you can do about it. I've been there, I get it. However, a good plan is to find a friend who's date ditched him, and the two of you can become new dates.
Seriously, school dances are supposed to be fun. All the fuss just leads to getting upset. So now about my personal experiences:
Homecoming freshman year-
I went with a group of girls, my dress cost $25 (clearance at Macys) and we had a good time. Done.
Homecoming sophomore year-
I borrowed a dress. Went with a giant group of my upper-classmen friends - some single, some not - and laughed a lot. We ate in and screwed around all night.
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| There wasn't a single serious picture (I'm second in from the left) |
I went with pretty much the same group of upper-classmen friends. I got a $30 dress on ebay. We all pitched in $10 and had an awesome dinner at the same friend's house that we ate at for homecoming. Super low key, super fun. I was single but when my friend ditched her date we formed our own little couple for the night. It was great.
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| The guy I ended up with |
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| Not the group I went with, but still friends |
Homecoming junior year-
$20 dollar dress. Once again single but that was due to being a horrible person and un-inviting my date the day of (whooopsie) so I went with a group of friends my age. Once again, some single, some not.
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| The crew |
Prom junior year-
I went with my best friend, we got the director of our play to make us and another couple dinner. I got a $100 vintage dress on ebay. We didn't get each other flowers because I said he shouldn't spend money on something that I was going to leave on a table to die.
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| Dinner! |
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| Testing out my dress |
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| Again, we weren't taking things too seriously |
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| We just took pictures right in front of the house, but I think it turned out gorgeous |
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| Both couples |
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| We found this sign down the street, ha |
Got a $15 dress from Forever 21 and myself plus two other single ladies had a blast. Easy peasy.
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| I don't have a picture with my friends, but here's one of my younger brother, Daniel, and me |
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| Weirdly enough, all three siblings were wearing red that night, this is my brother Liam with his date |
Anyhow, the inspiration behind this post is due to the fact that I'm going to a Valentines dance next weekend. I didn't go to the one my school held, but I'm going to one with my friend at his school. He told me it's a casual glow dance, and I think that's perfect. No expensive dresses, no stupid heels, just friends, fun and black-lights. I'm wearing jeans, my zappers and sneakers, and a plain white v-neck. Beat that.
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Bippity Boppity Boo!
A dance thing, a dance thing!
Yay finally, I have dance stuff to talk about!
I have incredible news...I get to be in my ballet school's company ballet this spring! I know, I know - MK, you have two broken feet, what business do you have in a ballet - uhhhh, a character role!
The company is doing Cinderella and my ballet teacher emailed me and asked if I would be interested in a character role. And I said heck to the yes!! She told me she would either have me do the Fairy Godmother or the Wicked Stepmother. I said I'd love to be either.
So then last week I heard back from her and guess what...I get to be the wicked stepmother. I'm so pumped. We've had one rehearsal so far and it seems like it's going to be an absolute blast! And I get to be in the ballet studio again!! YAYY!!
So I'll keep ya updated as this progresses, but I'm so so so happy!
Yay finally, I have dance stuff to talk about!
I have incredible news...I get to be in my ballet school's company ballet this spring! I know, I know - MK, you have two broken feet, what business do you have in a ballet - uhhhh, a character role!
The company is doing Cinderella and my ballet teacher emailed me and asked if I would be interested in a character role. And I said heck to the yes!! She told me she would either have me do the Fairy Godmother or the Wicked Stepmother. I said I'd love to be either.
So then last week I heard back from her and guess what...I get to be the wicked stepmother. I'm so pumped. We've had one rehearsal so far and it seems like it's going to be an absolute blast! And I get to be in the ballet studio again!! YAYY!!
So I'll keep ya updated as this progresses, but I'm so so so happy!
Still Broken, but not Quite so Bummed
I went to my doctor yesterday, and it seems that things are headed in the right direction. I'll be brief, but here is an update for ya'll.
So the bone zappers seem to be working! Doc didn't take x-rays because she said that improvements wouldn't show up on x-rays yet, but my feet are hurting less and (duh) she says that's a good thing. And I don't have to see her for another 6 weeks! At that point we'll see what's going on with my broken bits.
NO MORE BOOTS! I forgot to look back and see if I had mentioned this before, but the boots were for sure coming off this week. Doc said that after three months in the boots (which just passed) I would have to take them off, even though the fractures haven't healed yet, otherwise I'd be looking at muscle atrophy and hip issues. I want no part of that and I hate the boots, so I complied. The plan we made at the December appointment was that the boots would come off the day of my January appointment, however I took them off about a week early because I was starting to get ankle pains kind of frequently and was worried that it was the beginning of the muscle issues. But that's mostly gone so I think we're good.
So yeah! My feet are still hurting but we're headed the right way. Yippee!
So the bone zappers seem to be working! Doc didn't take x-rays because she said that improvements wouldn't show up on x-rays yet, but my feet are hurting less and (duh) she says that's a good thing. And I don't have to see her for another 6 weeks! At that point we'll see what's going on with my broken bits.
NO MORE BOOTS! I forgot to look back and see if I had mentioned this before, but the boots were for sure coming off this week. Doc said that after three months in the boots (which just passed) I would have to take them off, even though the fractures haven't healed yet, otherwise I'd be looking at muscle atrophy and hip issues. I want no part of that and I hate the boots, so I complied. The plan we made at the December appointment was that the boots would come off the day of my January appointment, however I took them off about a week early because I was starting to get ankle pains kind of frequently and was worried that it was the beginning of the muscle issues. But that's mostly gone so I think we're good.
So yeah! My feet are still hurting but we're headed the right way. Yippee!
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Bone Zappers and Leg Robots
I have some fun new medical gear to play with. And by fun I really mean horrible. But whatevs.
I have bone stimulators! Essentially, my fractures weren't healing so we had to go to the next step, which apparently means bone stimulators. I don't have a whole lot to say about them, although I did make a video about them so check that out here: click me! click me!
I've been explaining all about them to everybody I've seen since I got them so the story is getting kind of old. They basically stimulate the circulation which will help the fractures heal. I have to where them 24/7 minus the time I spend in water. They don't create any sensations (I was kind of hoping it would be a constant foot massage, boo). My friend (the same friend who coined the term "space boots) has been telling everyone that they shock me..which is false. But that's where the term bone zappers came from. They beep when the wires get messed up. Which is all the time. There are numerous wires which is why my friend's boyfriend calls them leg robots. But that's all the boring stuff, if you want to know more just watch the video.
No on to fun things, like how I'm a pathological liar. So like I just mentioned, all this gear gets a lot of attention. Strangers and friends alike want to know what's going on. And quite frankly I'm just sick of explaining. So I've been making up stories. They're all pretty outrageous and no one believes them, but I refuse to offer any other explanation so they don't ask any more questions. Wanna hear what I've been saying?
When someone new questions the spaceboots I've been telling them it was a shark attack. That tends to shut people up. Also at one point there was a rumor circulating around school that my dad had hit me with his car. That's entirely false and I definitely didn't start it, but I let it run it's course without interrupting it.
The bone stimulators have also drawn a lot of attention, mostly because they're new. Double diabetes was my go to explanation, and that actually tricked a lot of people. My one friend questioned it saying that since the zappers said "orthopak" on them they must be for my bones. I tried to convince her that they were for my orthodontia, I told her they were wireless retainers (even though I haven't had braces since I was 13). She didn't go for it but it was worth a try.
I have bone stimulators! Essentially, my fractures weren't healing so we had to go to the next step, which apparently means bone stimulators. I don't have a whole lot to say about them, although I did make a video about them so check that out here: click me! click me!
I've been explaining all about them to everybody I've seen since I got them so the story is getting kind of old. They basically stimulate the circulation which will help the fractures heal. I have to where them 24/7 minus the time I spend in water. They don't create any sensations (I was kind of hoping it would be a constant foot massage, boo). My friend (the same friend who coined the term "space boots) has been telling everyone that they shock me..which is false. But that's where the term bone zappers came from. They beep when the wires get messed up. Which is all the time. There are numerous wires which is why my friend's boyfriend calls them leg robots. But that's all the boring stuff, if you want to know more just watch the video.
No on to fun things, like how I'm a pathological liar. So like I just mentioned, all this gear gets a lot of attention. Strangers and friends alike want to know what's going on. And quite frankly I'm just sick of explaining. So I've been making up stories. They're all pretty outrageous and no one believes them, but I refuse to offer any other explanation so they don't ask any more questions. Wanna hear what I've been saying?
When someone new questions the spaceboots I've been telling them it was a shark attack. That tends to shut people up. Also at one point there was a rumor circulating around school that my dad had hit me with his car. That's entirely false and I definitely didn't start it, but I let it run it's course without interrupting it.
The bone stimulators have also drawn a lot of attention, mostly because they're new. Double diabetes was my go to explanation, and that actually tricked a lot of people. My one friend questioned it saying that since the zappers said "orthopak" on them they must be for my bones. I tried to convince her that they were for my orthodontia, I told her they were wireless retainers (even though I haven't had braces since I was 13). She didn't go for it but it was worth a try.
Monday, November 26, 2012
I'm Practically Un-lovable
I'm totally not ashamed to say that I'm 18 years old and I've only ever been in one real relationship. I mean, I did the middle school thing where being someone's girlfriend means that you occasionally toss a note to him in the hallway and you hold hands under the table of lunch. Actually, I was pretty damn good at being a middle school girlfriend. But when it comes to being in a mature relationship. Well. I'm terrible.
First, I do want to say one thing for myself. For whatever reason people think I know what I'm doing in life and they ask me for advice. I always tell them what I think, while at the same time telling them that my own life/relationships are in a constant state of disaster so they shouldn't listen to anything I have to say. But whenever people listen to me, it usually works out well for them. So while I can't manage myself for shit, I do pretty well with other peoples issues.
So wanna know about my only real boyfriend? So I kind of knew him before I got to high school but we first really got to know each other my freshman year when we were both in the musical and both in Show Choir. Like I said, I was a freshman, he was a junior. He asked me out in October. I said yes. I was 14 and I think he was 17. We were only together from October to somewhere around February. During the beginning of our relationship we saw each other all the time because we had musical rehearsals all the time. We had our first kiss in the wings of the stage. I also got him to dance with me in our town's Halloween parade. And we always accidentally seemed to wear the same colors on the same day. We were pretty adorable. But. After the musical ended we didn't see each other nearly as much. And everything pretty much fizzled out. He tried a whole lot harder than I did. He invited me to his house and out to do stuff...I never did. See, I suck as a girlfriend? We only ever went on one date. He finally just said that we didn't do enough together to make it worth it. Which was totally true. I was feeling the same way. There was no drama, no hurt feelings. He actually had really awesome timing because the night he broke up with me there was a massive snow storm and school was canceled the rest of the week. We're still friends and we talk all the time. He's actually dating one of my best friends now, and he has been for like two years, and they're pretty much the cutest thing in the world and I really want them to get married. Here's a picture of all of us on opening night of the musical (it seems like forever ago!).
I'm in the red dress, she's in the green dress, he's in the bow tie. The guy in the cowboy hat was her boyfriend at the time. Now he's with one of our other best friends and I hope they get married too. I'm still alone.
And here's a picture of us more recently. This was taken last spring when the came home to watch me in my role as Mrs. Meers in the musical. I'm the Asian in the crooked wig, it happens.
So I know I said earlier that he was my only real boyfriend, and I maintain that. However the history of my love life does not start and end with him. Ohhhh, there's more.
Shall we discuss my almost-boyfriend? If I had not done so much to sabotage any chance of him sticking around I'm 100% positive that he would have asked me out. He told me he loved me and we were never even dating (that's kind of where I freaked out a little and blew up any potential of a relationship). So anyway, I met this guy in a program that united a handful of kids from different schools in my county. So I met him the summer before my sophomore year. We had about a dozen meetings with this program and that was all we ever saw of each other. He lived about 40 minutes away from me. Towards the end of my sophomore year we started to talk. All through the summer before junior year we texted each other. By the way, at this point I was 16 and he was 17 but we were in the same grade. By the time summer was over I had gone on three dates with him (two to the movies and once to watch his band play). I kissed him once...well, actually...he kissed me once and it was disgusting so I kind of didn't let it happen again. But really, it was bad. It was just a few days after our first and only kiss that he told me he loved me. And I ran for the hills. I actually un-invited him to my homecoming dance. I just flat out said that I didn't want him to come. Seriously, I'm the worst potential girlfriend ever, don't date me!
So for a final run down, I'm 18 years old. I've had one boyfriend. I've kissed four boys (yes, I only talked about two of them because the first and second guys that I kissed were rather insignificant). I've never slept with anybody but I've had three people ask if I would. Pretty much anytime a guy shows interest in me I enjoy it for like a month and then I just turn it into one big mess. This is your final warning; do not date me.
First, I do want to say one thing for myself. For whatever reason people think I know what I'm doing in life and they ask me for advice. I always tell them what I think, while at the same time telling them that my own life/relationships are in a constant state of disaster so they shouldn't listen to anything I have to say. But whenever people listen to me, it usually works out well for them. So while I can't manage myself for shit, I do pretty well with other peoples issues.
So wanna know about my only real boyfriend? So I kind of knew him before I got to high school but we first really got to know each other my freshman year when we were both in the musical and both in Show Choir. Like I said, I was a freshman, he was a junior. He asked me out in October. I said yes. I was 14 and I think he was 17. We were only together from October to somewhere around February. During the beginning of our relationship we saw each other all the time because we had musical rehearsals all the time. We had our first kiss in the wings of the stage. I also got him to dance with me in our town's Halloween parade. And we always accidentally seemed to wear the same colors on the same day. We were pretty adorable. But. After the musical ended we didn't see each other nearly as much. And everything pretty much fizzled out. He tried a whole lot harder than I did. He invited me to his house and out to do stuff...I never did. See, I suck as a girlfriend? We only ever went on one date. He finally just said that we didn't do enough together to make it worth it. Which was totally true. I was feeling the same way. There was no drama, no hurt feelings. He actually had really awesome timing because the night he broke up with me there was a massive snow storm and school was canceled the rest of the week. We're still friends and we talk all the time. He's actually dating one of my best friends now, and he has been for like two years, and they're pretty much the cutest thing in the world and I really want them to get married. Here's a picture of all of us on opening night of the musical (it seems like forever ago!).
I'm in the red dress, she's in the green dress, he's in the bow tie. The guy in the cowboy hat was her boyfriend at the time. Now he's with one of our other best friends and I hope they get married too. I'm still alone.
And here's a picture of us more recently. This was taken last spring when the came home to watch me in my role as Mrs. Meers in the musical. I'm the Asian in the crooked wig, it happens.
So I know I said earlier that he was my only real boyfriend, and I maintain that. However the history of my love life does not start and end with him. Ohhhh, there's more.
Shall we discuss my almost-boyfriend? If I had not done so much to sabotage any chance of him sticking around I'm 100% positive that he would have asked me out. He told me he loved me and we were never even dating (that's kind of where I freaked out a little and blew up any potential of a relationship). So anyway, I met this guy in a program that united a handful of kids from different schools in my county. So I met him the summer before my sophomore year. We had about a dozen meetings with this program and that was all we ever saw of each other. He lived about 40 minutes away from me. Towards the end of my sophomore year we started to talk. All through the summer before junior year we texted each other. By the way, at this point I was 16 and he was 17 but we were in the same grade. By the time summer was over I had gone on three dates with him (two to the movies and once to watch his band play). I kissed him once...well, actually...he kissed me once and it was disgusting so I kind of didn't let it happen again. But really, it was bad. It was just a few days after our first and only kiss that he told me he loved me. And I ran for the hills. I actually un-invited him to my homecoming dance. I just flat out said that I didn't want him to come. Seriously, I'm the worst potential girlfriend ever, don't date me!
So for a final run down, I'm 18 years old. I've had one boyfriend. I've kissed four boys (yes, I only talked about two of them because the first and second guys that I kissed were rather insignificant). I've never slept with anybody but I've had three people ask if I would. Pretty much anytime a guy shows interest in me I enjoy it for like a month and then I just turn it into one big mess. This is your final warning; do not date me.
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