12-11-2013, 06:25 AM
So honestly I never wanted to start a journal but I guess it's better late than never. My name is Chris. Not that I expect anyone to read this but that's my name. Yeah, I suck at this introduction stuff. I prefer having my reputation precede me or for someone else to come up to me first. Anyways, I started this thing because I have stuff on my mind. I may not act like it but I do think sometimes. I'm not claiming to be a super brain like someone I know but I can get by when push comes to shove.
You know that's a good place to start. That someone...She frustrates me like no one I've ever met before. Yes, it's a girl. Even though she's from the bottom of the social ladder and in the economic pits, she frustrates me because I like her. There I said it. I like her dorky glasses, her wavy puff of fur she calls a ponytail, those gawk awful flannel shirts or old band tees, the jacked up jeans, all of it.
Ok that's a lie. I like her but her wardrobe needs some help. She's totally adorable! Her laugh is almost like music. When she smiles I want to do more clowning to keep her attention. Just thinking about another guy teasing her pisses me off like you wouldn't believe...it helps her eyes are the prettiest green I've ever seen on earth. They have gold in them, son! GOLD!
Ahem. Yeah. Any other waiver girl could pass by and I wouldn't even notice. (Do we even have any other waiver girls at my school? I've never seen them.) Regardless, she's different. She actually is sweet and kind. She's got a bit of bite to her that I like too. She isn't afraid of me or after me to be some kind of trophy boyfriend. There are some treacherous girls at our school but that's for a later entry. Maybe...
Gosh, I've never had a girlfriend even though I've liked a few girls. My attraction would die when they opened their mouths. It's fluff, useless garbage that's almost verbatim of they magazines they read. Give me a break. I want to be around a girl who's different. She has to be unique and special. Like Ivy. Yeah, definitely like Ivy.
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