INK IX

I just returned home from my last day of working at my elementary school. It was fun but I'm glad to officially be on summer and have the wonderful privilege of sleeping in.

Update on all the things in my life is as follows: To start with I did not get the job as the tennis instructor- so lame- but I'll live. Secondly, Marmaduke departs the country in roughly 15 days plus or minus a few because I don't know the actual date he is leaving. I suppose by this point I should have already given up on him, but alas it is so easy to tell a teenage girl that a boy is wrong for her but so so hard for that teenage girl to accept the facts and move on. I had a long talk with BFF about "our feelings" and I think it was very good for us to have put everything out in the open. He says we can remain best friends and all I can do is pray to God that he's telling the truth.

I feel like Marmaduke is going to be the one who got away. You know what I mean? Like in 20 years from now I'm going to be in a comfortable relationship when Marmaduke stumbles by and I go all gaga for him again. A girl can't help herself. Besides, he's breathtakingly good-looking. I'm shallow, I'll be the first to admit it.

Before I forget I did have something funny happen to me today. I was downtown and I parked in this annoyingly cramped parking spot. It was so small that in order to pull out I had to do a 14 point turn- no exaggeration. As I was pulling out though (that's what he said) this boy about my age walks right up to my car. As I feverishly pulled back and forth in an attempt to free myself from the parking lot the boy just stood there and laughed at me. I asked if he wanted to get past me and he said no he'd prefer to watch me struggle. Anyway, he helped direct me out of the parking lot and I had a good laugh and thus my first true summer day was ended. Well kind of. Is it stupid of me that I'm sitting on my couch just praying that Marmaduke will text me to go out? Probably... actually definitely. Oh, well.

Word of Advice for the day: Being fake nice is just as bad as being a straight up bitch. Be yourself, good or bad, and find the people who truly like you for you. Also, when looking bad prevents you from going out and having a good time, it is definitely time to rethink your life.