Dad has this knack of making plans without telling anyone. Like today. He's throwing a party for all of his graduating students. It's going to take up two floors and a deck of our house. Today, he asked me to clean the basement, so I did, and I made it immaculate. He looked around and said: "3 things: dust, bring up the last of the Lego and get the pool table ready to play" (Make a note that I had nothing to do with that Lego in the basement, as I said when it was all being brought down.) I did all that, even though my conscience told me that the number one rule of the basement is that the balls never stay on the table overnight. After it was all cleaned, he gave me grief over the leftover balloons from when mom had thrown a baby shower. "You like all the same stuff your mother does, you can hang them up. You're crafty, you like baking" he said. I swear, it's like he doesn't know me at all. Me and Mom are nearly polar opposites. I haven't crafted in ages, I only bake when I have to, I hate country music with a passion, I believe in rock n roll, I hate dressing up, wholesome things bore me, the list goes on. Long story short, I am nothing like Mom. Biggest thing though, I have no clue how to hang up balloons.
Besides the impromptu party-preparing, we went to a 1$/1lb. book sale. I got 16 classic novels, one romance, one teen fiction, two adult fiction, and a collection of Jerry Seinfeld's stand-up material. And a copy of George Of The Jungle on VHS, which I have watched twice already. (It may not be the best movie in the world, but the innocent romance between George and Ursula melts me, as do Brendan Frazer's abs)
It was while I watched George Of The Jungle that I realised how much I craved to be in love, and have beautiful, non-sexual kisses like they did. I also realized, while I waited for Angus to text me back, that he was my Romeo, but I wasn't his Juliet. I think I might be in love. I've been thinking of asking him out for two years. People have known each other for shorter periods of time and gotten married. I didn't ask him out to conform with the rest of the morons who go to my school, but because I really like him. A wise person once said that relationships either end in breaking up or marriage. I didn't ask Angus out because I thought he would break my heart.
Sorry if this post was too mushy to be a 50th post spectacular, but that's what I'm thinking about right now.
Happy 50 days of reading my words!
Random autocorrect sentence: I don't think that I can get it right away with the new version is the only thing that would have to go back and I don't think that I have a great way of the year of high quality. (I just kept pressing the word in the middle of the screen. Haha.)
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