Seventy-Six Trombones Led the Big Parade

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I have a boyfriend. His name is Seth, and he’s seventeen, eighteen in December. He works fast-food, and is working on his apprenticeship for tattooing, so that’s awesome as well. We’ve been dating since the eleventh of November, and he’s absolutely wonderful. He treats me how I should be treated, and says I’m beautiful, even when I’ve just woken up and I know I look a terrible mess. I’ve met the majority of the family, and even the ones who don’t like the girls he brings home, or anyone for that matter, like me. He says that he usually gets sick of the girls he likes after the first time they hang out, and he’s not even got a notion of annoyance toward me. It’s grand.

They say I’m the best he’s brought home yet.

We have cute inside jokes, and we’re both completely fine with the fact that sex might not be a component of our relationship. It’s amazing to have someone that you know cares about you just as much as you care about them. I like him, a whole lot. I have a feeling I might be able to spend the rest of my life with him, and love it.

I’m Spillin’ My Guts In Cursive.

    A lot has been going on lately.  I was accepted into this awesome band, and we could go big places if we work hard. I’ve got four fellow members, all really talented artists. Hm, what else is there?  My classes in school aren’t going so well this six-weeks, but I can bring it all up in no-time so there’s nothing to worry about there.  There’s really not much to put on here, but I didn’t want to delay posting any longer.  There’s a boy at school who likes me now, too, and he’s cute, andddd I think I might just talk to him for a while, and then we’ll see about dating, but either way, I’m off to do my hair and take some new pictures.  Good day to all you faithful bloggers, keep going strong.

Just Jo Ann, Plain and Simple.

You Made Yourself A Bed At The Bottom Of The Blackest Hole.

 

 

And you’ll sleep till May and you’ll say that you don’t love to see the sun anymore

My birthday was the twenty-ninth, no celebrations have been thrown thus-far, but it doesn’t bother me. For some reason I’m slipping into a state of melancholy thinking. I don’t know why, because life isn’t exactly a suck-fest yet. I’ve had heartbreak, and love, and lust, and crushes, and pick-me-ups, and let downs all through this year, and things are just at a stable level. On my birthday I went to have an audition for a band. It’s heavy metal, but I love it. The members are amazing musicians, where-as I thought I was going to go and they would be just another horrible garage band, but I was surprised so much. I have a crush on one of the members, his name is Jeremiah, and he’s cute as a button. He has a girlfriend, and I don’t really mind because getting involved with a band mate is a bad decision, so I’ll push down the crush and put everything I have into school, and making this band work.

I went to a Block Party on Halloween, as a fairy again for the second year, it was nice to get out of the house but nothing particularly exceptional. Couple of hot kids in costumes, nothing more.

I’m still looking back at my old blogs, and all of these names and faces run through my mind, I’m thinking it’s a bad decision to dwell on the past, because it causes this flutter in the pit of my stomach when I do.

I still can’t get out of thinking of Cullin. I see him in school and I get butterflies, I don’t know why, maybe because for once I really didn’t do anything to cause the demise of our prospective relationship, and I really did like him. I dwell on things too much, the bad things more than the good, it seems. But isn’t that how it always goes?

Meanwhile, I’ve stayed out of school for two days straight, one for a visit to the optometrist, in which I was informed that I’m going to have surgery to try and straighten my eye, but there’s no guarantee that it will in fact stay straight. I’m just glad that there’s a hope that it might. I’m looking into getting a job at the local church, in the nursery, taking care of the children while their parents are enjoying service. I will get paid, so hopefully that works out nicely. The other day I’ve missed was simply out of laziness. School is starting to bore me and that’s never a good thing.

I’ve thought a couple of times about calling Mike Z and just getting his advice, but then I think against it because he has plenty of his own things to deal with and I need not add to them with my trivial teen-aged bullshit.

My choral teacher told me something important the other day, and it makes me grow to love her so much more. I was fretting over Cullin just shortly after I’d found out that he was doing whatever he was doing with Megan and their relationship. She said “Jo, sweetie, in five years, it won’t matter”. And that gives me hope that maybe all this shit will be nothing more than a fling in the back of my mind by the time I’m older.

I wish to move away from here, this city at least, and have something new. A fresh start, or even just a portion of a fresh start. I don’t know, now it’s just nonsense that I’m spitting. I’m listening to some slightly depressing music as well, which probably isn’t helping much, but I really don’t mind, it matches my mood, and I like it.

I suppose I’m going to go and see if my brother has sent the Halloween pictures to me yet, I’ll post again soon probably, but who knows.

Just Jo Ann