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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:x-crazybutcute-xlifeofmoi.blog.co.uk,2009-11-11:/</id><title>The Life of Moi: Crazy, Rushed, but loving every m</title><link rel="self" href="http://x-crazybutcute-xlifeofmoi.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://x-crazybutcute-xlifeofmoi.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-11T18:58:24+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:x-crazybutcute-xlifeofmoi.blog.co.uk,2008-09-07:/2008/09/07/it-starts-off-with-a-mess-4695509/</id><title>It starts off with a mess...</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://x-crazybutcute-xlifeofmoi.blog.co.uk/2008/09/07/it-starts-off-with-a-mess-4695509/"/><author><name>x-crazybutcute-x</name></author><published>2008-09-07T21:00:49+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:00:49+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;So here it is....my life is officially a great, big &lt;span&gt;mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I was doing great...nice friends, happy singleton life, and good academically as well....&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;so what the hell happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I met &lt;span&gt;him.&lt;/span&gt; Greenbelt festival, second day.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;Joe. Blonde, gorgeous, taller than me (which trust me, is way too hard to find, I'm a giant...), and soo easy to talk to. Which we did. &lt;span&gt;A lot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The entire last day of the festival, we spent together. Chatting, flirting, hugging every once in a while. It was perfect....but it would never be right. It was the &lt;span&gt;last &lt;/span&gt;day of the festival after all. And that's not the whole problem either...it was &lt;span&gt;her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So El's my best friend, but I hate her guts. (Is that possible? I dunno...but it works for me, and it has for 14 years). She can be kind, funny, and always up for the same stuff that I like. &lt;span&gt;But....&lt;/span&gt;Yer there had to be a but. There's a &lt;span&gt;lot &lt;/span&gt;of buts with Ella around. She is possibly the biggest bitch I've ever met...and here's why...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;1. She &lt;span&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;has to insult whatever I'm wearing....like by saying that it would look &lt;span&gt;"so &lt;/span&gt;much better on &lt;span&gt;her..."&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. When we're with other people, It's like a big game of- "lets make my best friend feel like utter crap", and it works. I put up with too much of her... but you get used to it.&lt;br&gt;3. She has to be better than me a&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t &lt;span&gt;everything. &lt;/span&gt;I've been diving for years, and then she shows up with her gymnastics skills, and beats me. No contest....and she'll brag and brag if &lt;span&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;gets better than me....but if &lt;span&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;do? &lt;span&gt;Then I'm a bitch for boasting.... &gt;:(&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. She's violent, and knows it. She has her family shuddering under her fist, and if I do &lt;span&gt;anything &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that she doesn't like...thats it. Slap. Punch. Kick...whatever. And I can fight back...I can fight back &lt;span&gt;well&lt;/span&gt;. But I don't &lt;span&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;to fight her. She's still my best friend at the end of the day...&lt;br&gt;5. If I ever &lt;span&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;work up the courage to fight back, she'll either hit back &lt;span&gt;way &lt;/span&gt;to hard than necessary, or start crying. Either she's faking it...or she just has a WAY lower pain receptor than I do...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;But enough...I can go on forever with these, and then &lt;span&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;feel like the bad guy. But despite all this...she's still my best friend...and if I haven't cracked yet...I'm not going to.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So back to Joe...and enough with the rambling :)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I &lt;span&gt;think...&lt;/span&gt;only a thought...but I'm pretty sure....that Ella liked Joe to. I never admitted that I liked him either, apart from to Violet, the only one I can &lt;span&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;trust. If I told Ella that I like him, the world would know instantly. &lt;span&gt;Seriously. &lt;/span&gt;She's that bad...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;But the thing was, that Joe didn't like &lt;span&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;that much, and was always talking to me, looking at me...etc. &lt;span&gt;Great &lt;/span&gt;for me...I know :) But Ella's used to stealing guys in an instant, she never really put me up as suitable competition. &lt;span&gt;Guess she was wrong...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So whenever I mentioned him, or went to talk to him, she got annoyed instead. Like I was stealing myself away from &lt;span&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;instead of me just talking to a nice guy....so I think that if anything &lt;span&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;happen, then she'd complain, get angry, and not talk to me for a month.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Shit.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But I &lt;span&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;it to happen.... He lives about six hours away...and Greenbelt's long over...but I still want it to happen. &lt;span&gt;Too much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;We text each other loads, every day, and I wasted a good £20 credit in under a week, just texting him...Everything he sends me makes me smile, because I like him even more now...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;...but that just makes things  &lt;span&gt;WORSE&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So, school started two days ago, and already I'm falling in love with a guy I wont see for a year, and I'm covering that whole thing up, so El wont annoy me...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;My life is a mess. Period.&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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