Fish-Cattle And Other Fun Objects

2am post. Here we go again.
(You know, I'm only up this late because I was out till 3 last night with friends.. more on that later)
This post is color-coded for your enjoyment! Each color is a different train of thought...

Few and Foreign followers, I know that perhaps one or two of you would like an explanation as to why Now is Ex again. It is very simple, and here it is:

I dumped him. I called him, and I dumped him. I tried to be gentle, I tried to be nice, and I tried to be as ethical as possible. It wasn't like last time, i.e. impulsive, rushed, and instantly regretted, no, I thought long and hard about actually breaking things off, I even planned out what I would say, and I made absolutely sure I wouldn't regret it this time. And I don't. Not one bit.
I know I hurt him, and I really do feel bad, but I wasn't happy anymore.

(Also--It wasn't the drug thing, because I know, based on the timing, that it seems like it was, but it wasn't. The drug freak-out was esentially the straw that broke the camel's back. It began the inkling of unhappiness in my mind, and after careful assessment, I realized that due to his lack of dating experience and my lack of sympathy, patience, and recent sex, that we had come as far as we could. I analyzed every part of the relationship and I concluded that we had plateaued with little hope of ever going upwards or even downwards again. I know how I can be, so in the interest of treating him fairly and not cheating or leading him on, I decided it was time to go.)

In all honesty, I was kind of just hanging in there and hoping that things would improve, buuuuut they didn't, so I cut it off cleanly with a phone call, and I hope that we can maintain respect for each other in the coming weeks.

Here is the list of things I will NOT do:
1) I will NOT regret this, because I think that we got the time that we were thwarted from before, and now it's ok to end things. It's ok for me not have him anymore.
2) I will NOT spend another summer being a whiny, obsessive, past-consumed freak.
3) I will NOT call him, email him, re-friend him on Facebook, internet stalk him, or harass him in any manner, because it's rude and it's up to him if he ever wants to talk to me again. (I will not even be tempted thereupon)
4) I will NOT make Cassi listen to me argue with myself for another however many months.
5) I will NOT immediately go smoke, drink, and shoot crack just to spite him, because he had a good point..
And most importantly:
6) I will NOT fill my free time by talking to, thinking of, or having sex with a certain Manwhoreboy.

SO. Moving triumphantly onwards, let's awkwardly talk about the weather!
For those of you foreign followers, Colorado's weather is infamous in the US for being unpredictable, bipolar, and extreme. Like, on Thursday, it was snowing in the morning when I went to school, and in the afternoon when I got out, it was sunny and warm. I am not kidding. CO is the only state to have documented snow in every month of the year (yes, even July) and we're quite proud of that.

Luckily, the weather was rather pleasant today, because Cassi and I spent a good 8 hours out on the town. Boulder, then Denver, then back to Boulder. The usual. Lots of ridiculous bus rides.

Oh and as for staying out til 3 am last night, well, that is quite a story indeed!
My friend, let's call her Daisy, came over, and we ate burritos. Mid-burrito, we both decided that it was Friday and we should go hang out with people, so we hopped on a bus to Boulder hoping to hang out with Annoyinggingerboy. But, sadly, Agb couldn't hang, so we hopped onto another bus and went back to Hicktown.

On the way, we caught wind of a party going down in Indian-Tribe Town, so Daisy drove us there, where we spent a good 20 minutes trying to find the kid's house, and then creeping up to find that the supposed rager was actually about eight seniors that we didn't know sitting around a hookah in a garage, so we booked it back to Daisy's truck and drove back to Hicktown for the second time.

Once in Hicktown, we were both determined to find something to do, so we drove to Musicalstonerboy's house. We just sort of showed up, which was a dickish move on our parts, but Msb appeared to be fine with it, so we snuck in a side window and hung out with Msb and a small group of other stonerboys. We talked, ate cheerios, and blazed until around 2:30, when one very cute stonerboy simply got a sleeping bag and fell asleep. Daisy and I took that as our cue to leave, which we did, but not before The Boy Who Juggles Fire got my number.

We got back to my house and sat in my kitchen giving the evening a post-mortem while I ate cupcake after cupcake because I had really ridiculous munchies.

On a not-so-seperate note, Tbwjf has been texting me all day, and he's very nice to talk to, however, he reminds me of Mwb, so I'm being very cautious.

Tomorrow, I have no idea what I'm going to do. I'm going to hang out with Spooky, I think, instead of Ex-not-Now, and we're probably going to end up watching a movie or something. Spooky can be sort of lame like that. I'm also going to practice my song for musical theater class tomorrow, because it needs to be presentable on Monday.

How I love singing. RANDOM QUESTION: I know it's a little self-serving, but I talk about singing a lot (usually in a very concieted and boastful manner), so would any of you few and foreign followers be ok with me posting a video of me singing? Just one, and it'll be short, most likely. If I even do.

You know, I think I'm losing my mind a little bit. Apologies for how long this is turning out to be.. I know no one likes those blogs that just going on forever.

Oh God, Blogger, why do I turn to you in times of insanity? Is it because you are the only one who will listen no matter what I say? Is it because I can take back anything I say to you with a simple push of a button?
Well, yes, I suppose so...

Julia