Hi~ Yes, I know I haven't updated in forever. I know it's short..but I mean, atleast I updated right? :)
Chapter 9: My Life as Macey
Dear Self,
It's summer. Let that roll around in your brain for a minute while I sneeze. Bless me? Why thank you, that is so considerate! Summer. What does summer usually mean for me?
A List of All Things Summer: Composed by Macey McHenry
Things I Like to do:
1. Hangout with the neighbor. *dreamy sigh*
2. Waste most of my time on the computer. (me+no life=tumblr)
3. Ride by bike to random places with random people. (while trying to avoid bumping into people we hate.)
4. Go to the beach. (because there's way too many hot guys there to miss out on.)
5. Text my friends in Spanish and laugh at them when they don't understand me, even though we've been taking that class forever.
6. Get pedicures. (because who doesn't like foot massages?)
7. Anger my brother.
8. Avoid doing the long list of ridiculous chores that my mother insists I repeat daily.
Things I Don't Like:
1. When my neighbor freaking goes to summer school. *angry growl*
2. When I waste most of my time on the computer. (it's a love hate relationship we have.)
3. When I see someone I hate at the store. (because, naturally, I believe that they have no life or business being anywhere near me outside of school bounds.
4. Getting sunburned at the beach. (never fall asleep with your hand on your stomach)
5. When my friends don't understand my Spanish and I feel like I'm the only intelligent life form on this planet.
6. When old people at the supermarket look at me like I'm evil just because I'm a teenager.
7. When my brother angers me.
8. The long list of ridiculous chores that my mother insists I do daily. (because even though I repeatedly attempt to avoid them, I usually fail at that)
9. When none of your summer clothes from last year don't fit anymore so all you have is a ton of winter stuff which is all too hot to wear.
I wanted to do a lot of things today. I really did. But sadly, due to the fact that my sister, niece, and nephew are visiting, I honestly don't get much of anything done. When I'm not doing homework, I'm either chasing around a three year old, or feeding the baby. When I'm not doing any of that, I'm eating, sleeping, or showering. (I've found that the shower is a really great place to hide from people you don't want to talk to.)
Here are the things I wanted to do today...
1. Watch The Last Song. Because (A) who doesn't love to cry for no reason, and (B) I need a good Liam Hemsworth fix.
2. Eat without getting fat. (But, honestly, who doesn't want that?)
3. A boyfriend. But my stupid neighbor likes his stupid lab partner asdfghjkl;...I'm sure she's a great person. I great person who should crawl into a whole and never come out so I can have my neighbor all to myself.
4. To tell the neighbor that I like him. (But when you think about it, I sort of want to do that everyday...)
5. To paint my nails. But I was too busy chasing around the boy child.
So even though I REALLY wanted to do all those things today, I didn't. This is the sort of thing that I usually complain to my mom about while she's watching one of her bad sitcoms. And then she bursts into that one really old annoying song with something like "...you can't always get waaaatcha waaant.." and then I tell her to be quiet and stop being such a ruiner. And then she goes back to watch the human stupidity on her television screen. And I fall dramatically to the floor and start screaming.
Do you want to hear a romantic flashback? Of course you do.
It was dark as we sat outside in the warm summer breeze. The air was fresh and the night was cool. In the sky, the moon shone brightly, and as I looked next to the guy standing with me, I smiled.
It had seemed like I'd liked him forever, but I had never exactly knew if I ever meant anything to him. I had always figured that I was the just the girl next door. That he didn't care. That I was just one of the guys. I wasn't anyone special.
We were just outside, talking. It was pretty late. We laid down on the grass and looked up at the stars.
I could feel his warm body heat, radiating off him. It was quiet, but the silence wasn't awkward. It was nice. It was relaxed. The only sounds were the sounds of us breathing. The sound of other people's sprinklers. We just laid there and talked. And even though it was probably a few hours, it only felt like minutes when my phone buzzed and my mom asked my to come inside.
I was pretty sad...but I guess it turned out okay when we stayed up all night texting.
Now I have a question for you guys: Do you think guys stay up texting just anyone until 3 a.m.?
