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Thursday, 09 August 2007

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    One-Fifteen in the Morning

    It's one-fifteen in the morning as I'm writing this. And let's just say that as of right now, my situation is... Well, to say the least: heartbreaking, sickening, and confusing all rolled into a giant ball of fun.

    As with most sad stories, mine begins with a guy. His name is John. He is not the guy the story starts with, but it's a good thing to know who he is. John is a good friend of mine and one I've had a small crush on for a little while. Recently, a mutual friend of ours told me that he felt the same for me. Eventually, John asked me out and I said yes. So now we're dating.

    I haven't seen John but once in the three weeks we've been together. It was an impromptu Starbucks run after school. He kissed me in the parking lot before he left, and I felt like I was walking on air. I couldn't stop smiling. But since that day, I haven't been able to get a hold of him. I'm not worried that he hates me because I know that his phone bill hasn't been paid and he's swamped with work and home, so talking to me getting a hold of me is hard.

    I've had thoughts of just breaking it off. There isn't really any point to this, we never see each other or even talk, so why waste our time? But I explained this to him on a rare occasion that we did speak with each other: We haven't really had the chance to be a couple. So breaking it off now would be jumping the gun. We decided to wait a little while, and get to know each other first before deciding if it was to that point of breaking up.

    Haven't talked to him since then either.

    But in the meantime, instead of sitting on my ass, watching TV, and munching on a bag of cheetos, I've found a hobby. Two friends and I have started a band. I play guitar, and my friends Sarah and Chris do vocals and drums respectively. Recently, we've been having band "practices" or "meetings" which really aren't that productive. Today for instance Chris and I chipped golf balls into my pool in my backyard.

    Anyway, the reason I bring this up is because it has cause me to forget all about John. No, not because I'm busying myself with writing lyrics or composing. But because I'm hanging out with the greatest person I've ever met.

    My best friend. My first friend when I moved here. The one person who knows me better than any of my girlfriends have.

    Chris. My drummer.

    And along with the resume of wonderfulness stated above, he now has a new title.

    My first love.