High school is 100% silly. I am beyond happy that in eleven days I will be able to say I am completely done with it. I have been waiting for this era of my life to end since the second semester of sophomore year. Jaded? Sure. Over it? Definitely.
The aforeblogged Boybot figure has been out of my life for a couple weeks now. He, as a high school boy, is also 100% silly. Truthfully, I don’t know and never will know why our “relationship” lasted only (and exactly) one month. One month!
I am not the type of girl to be in those short-lived mini-romances typical of teenage behavior. I have been called “girlfriend” less than a handful of times in my life. Once for a period of 2+ years. He and I had a mostly lovely run. We were always waiting for something bigger out of life, though. To be older, to have more freedom, et cetera. We were young. We were in love. Serious business, tbqh.
The next boy I was involved with… we were all about waiting. I waited for his girlfriend at the time to remove herself from the picture; I waited for him to come home from school; then, months later, for a period of many months, we were waiting for the right moment.
Boybot comes along. Awesome. Let’s d8, bro. I was ready to be a girlfriend again. Attention, affection, strings attached monogamy, gifts, dates, all of that.
Life was exciting for a while. I was waiting for a full recovery from my knee injury so I could spend time going places and doing fun things with him once the end of May rolled around. Before our relationship could actualize itself into something real (good or bad), for whatever reason, he decided we weren’t working out, so that was over. Through text message, mind you.
Left me so that I had only three days to find a new prom date. That was way harsh, Tai. I had been eagerly waiting for his prom; I had purchased a dress, shoes, and hairpiece specifically for his dance, only to have my invitation completely revoked! Waste of time, waste of money. (Not a waste of words on this blog post, though. I’m recording history here.)
Now, I’m waiting for high school’s end. I assure you I am not doing any waiting for the malekind.
I have been eagerly waiting for this day for months upon months upon months. I am done with high school. It feels slightly better than I looked. Jaykay jaykay. On that note, though, can we talk about how gorgeous my Givenchy necklace is for a second? (Close up below.) My exboyfriend got it for me on my fifteenth birthday. I’d never worn it before. Stunning. Can’t get over it. After the drawn-out and overly-sweaty commencement ceremony, I threw off my cap and left the building before two pictures of me could be snapped. It was hot and I was hungry! My family and I went out to Bar Symon, one of Iron Chef Michael Symon’s restaurants. I’m not into anything that has to do with pig meat, so my grilled onion / bleu cheese / portabella mushroom burger was beautiful. A candle in my chocolate cake afterward was the perfect end to my day of celebration. Oh, and this song.
