Before I wrote this post I genuinely just limbered up. Cracked my knuckles, made my back click, I have absolutely no idea why.
Actually yes I do. it's because blogging (and walking to the fridge) is possibly the most exercise I get.
WOOOO HEALTHY
I also normally try and start my posts off in a really upbeat mood cos then I kinda feel that it reflects in the blog but, I'm just bloody tired so y'all gonna have to make do.
Okay so, I don't normally blog this close together beause basically my life is very unexciting. These past weeks I have worked on our Rug Stall (rugs not drugs) watched unhealthy amounts of FRIENDS, attempted to diet and ironed. Oh, and I have sunbathed. And that's basically it!!
For all who are wondering, the tan is coming along wonderfully. I'm sort of golden so just image a Greek Goddess (with glasses and slightly crooked teeth) and that's basically me right now. I know, I am pushing the lads away.
Which actually I am. (Notice how smoothly these paragraphs go together, I am a literary GENIUS.)
I am pushing the boys away because I now have a boyfriend (...that was the genius.)
I can hear all the boys crying as they put away their flowers for me, sigh sigh.
This person is the same as I was babbling on about in my last post like "oh, how can you explain to someone.." blah blah blah, all that bent stuff. It was all about him. And all really, really true. I feel awkward writing this post because I know full well that he's going to read it and then talk to me about it but I don't even care it's just gah. I'm happy, I'm so happy. He's very demanding. But I'm happy. He's so demanding he made me promise that in my next post i'd write about the day that he asked me out so. Even though the majority of you don't want to hear it and are probably being sick in your mouths, here it is.
We went to the beach.
Which was actually really sweet because I'd told him before that it was my second favourite place to go (the first is harder to get to) so he made sure that we went there.
Um. oh god what even happened? I remember that there were two dogs called Sky and Pepper (where's the salt, i know, i know.) And everytime we started kissing suddenly the owners would start calling to Sky. (Wow, that's one to tell the grandkids.)
We went in the sea.
We kissed a lot. A lot alot. (I love kissing him, it's amazing.)
And at one point he was like "You know when you've been thinking about doing something for ages but then you don't know how to do it? How do you do it?" Obviously this was PRIME TIME for me to say something like "it depends how much you want to do it" and kiss him. But I think I just said "you man the fuck up and do it."
And he did it. It went "So I was wondering, will you be my girlfriend?" and I said " Obviously" and there we go. All done. Kisses all round. Boyfriend in the bag. Not a literal bag, I'm not a necrophiliac.
And it was well. Hudol. It was such a lovely day and I just felt so happy and comfortable all day. And I just. I just like him. So much.
I do tell him this btw. I don't just write it in a blog and hope he sees.
But if I do roll with that I should also say, buy us some coke v greek boy.
So that's it. I'm off the market. I'm not yet in school. I haven't even got a song for the end of this blog and I PROMISE that no other blogs will be as soppy as this one.
And incase someone out there is reading this. I just want to say sorry for any pain that I have caused and I know that I'm a really horrible person and that I haven't done the right thing and it's only been like 6 weeks, but I have no willpower and you know what it's like. He pulls you in.
I'm sorry.
And to you lot. Take care, be cheeky. You have my permission.
