Hence I'm typing quietly too.
Big computers test, but I'm the first one done. so 'tsall good.
Brandon.
I like him again. i'm pretty sure.
i had a big huge revelation last night from being exhausted from retraining. all i could do was think becuase i was too sore to move.
i have to trust brandon and open up to him.
but i'm still gonna tell shit on him on my blog.
i think kaz is avoiding me now -- i haven't seen him on our walkby. i know he sees me and brandon together and it breaks my heart to break his :..(
i'm such a heartless monster.
but i gotta go. nothing huge today, going to kelbelle's later. :D
tata for now,
<3,
sofia!
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
The Dog Wheesperer and Eye-Stabbing High Jumps
Yesterday i got my face stabbed.
by alex louden.
i'm still not sure if it was an accident or not, but he fails, at both high-jumping and assassination.
So we're at the track after school, being the studly jocks we are, and we're laying around the the high jump mat, also like the studly jocks we are.
Alex decides to try to high jump. without alerting the people on the fuckin' mat that he's about to barrel roll on top of their lazy asses.
He missed the bar, the failure. Not just missed. He hit it, side-on. White kids can't jump.
So the bar slid and hit my eye. Luckily my reflexes aren't so bad that i couldn't close my eyes before i got stabbed in the iris.
But it scratched my eyelid.
to anyone going, "man, what a sissy. it's a frickin flap of skin above your eye."
it fucking hurts. you don't even know, it stings like a papercut and vinegar.
But dog whisipering.
I am the next Cesar Milan.
Brandon was being weird during lunch, so everytime he did something weird i'd tap his neck with two fingers and say, "tsst."
so this is what lunch sounded like:
"tsst!" "hey!" "TSSST!" "sofia!" "TSSSSSSSSSST!!!"
it was productive.
but i have to go make a powerpoint for computers about something that i know less about than curing cancer. so,
love until later.
by alex louden.
i'm still not sure if it was an accident or not, but he fails, at both high-jumping and assassination.
So we're at the track after school, being the studly jocks we are, and we're laying around the the high jump mat, also like the studly jocks we are.
Alex decides to try to high jump. without alerting the people on the fuckin' mat that he's about to barrel roll on top of their lazy asses.
He missed the bar, the failure. Not just missed. He hit it, side-on. White kids can't jump.
So the bar slid and hit my eye. Luckily my reflexes aren't so bad that i couldn't close my eyes before i got stabbed in the iris.
But it scratched my eyelid.
to anyone going, "man, what a sissy. it's a frickin flap of skin above your eye."
it fucking hurts. you don't even know, it stings like a papercut and vinegar.
But dog whisipering.
I am the next Cesar Milan.
Brandon was being weird during lunch, so everytime he did something weird i'd tap his neck with two fingers and say, "tsst."
so this is what lunch sounded like:
"tsst!" "hey!" "TSSST!" "sofia!" "TSSSSSSSSSST!!!"
it was productive.
but i have to go make a powerpoint for computers about something that i know less about than curing cancer. so,
love until later.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Happy Monday and Don't Fuck With My Oreos.
It was another ON day with Brandon - we just clicked again today. I was bouncy and he had music and it was all "OMG LALALA."
I still miss being able to openly like kaz. and i like brandon, really. what i'm trying to say is, I DON'T WANT A RELATIONSHIP, KTHXBAI.
it was that way when brandon asked me out, but i really suck at saying no.
oreos----- my mom left, and my dad's at baseball -- i have the house to myself. time to break out the oreos and the fritos.
short post today.
but there is no fuckin' with my sugar high right now.
I still miss being able to openly like kaz. and i like brandon, really. what i'm trying to say is, I DON'T WANT A RELATIONSHIP, KTHXBAI.
it was that way when brandon asked me out, but i really suck at saying no.
oreos----- my mom left, and my dad's at baseball -- i have the house to myself. time to break out the oreos and the fritos.
short post today.
but there is no fuckin' with my sugar high right now.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Running a half mile and calling it two.
Went on a road run with brandon this morning. I swear that kid doesn't ever shut up.
One thing to know:
there is no fuckin' with me while i'm running.
I eventually couldn't stand it. I told him the half-mile marker was the mile marker and i could only do two miles today since i ran a ton yesterday. but my dad couldn't come get me til like 9, and we started at 8.
so i'm all *___* while he's jabbering away about who knows what. makes me think of how much less jonah or kaz would be talking.
speaking of kaz.
there's this amazing song called "jessie's girl." it goes like "jessie is a friend, yeah i know he's been a good friend of mine, but lately something's changed that ain't hard to define, jessie's got himself a girl and i wanna make her mine. And she's watching him with those eyes, and she's loving him with that body, i just know it. and he's holding her in his arms, late late at night, you know i wish that i had jessie's girl."
he learned it on the guitar,
calls me "brandon's girl."
i said "don't call me that; you know i don't want to be."
how screwed am i if anyone i know finds this?
One thing to know:
there is no fuckin' with me while i'm running.
I eventually couldn't stand it. I told him the half-mile marker was the mile marker and i could only do two miles today since i ran a ton yesterday. but my dad couldn't come get me til like 9, and we started at 8.
so i'm all *___* while he's jabbering away about who knows what. makes me think of how much less jonah or kaz would be talking.
speaking of kaz.
there's this amazing song called "jessie's girl." it goes like "jessie is a friend, yeah i know he's been a good friend of mine, but lately something's changed that ain't hard to define, jessie's got himself a girl and i wanna make her mine. And she's watching him with those eyes, and she's loving him with that body, i just know it. and he's holding her in his arms, late late at night, you know i wish that i had jessie's girl."
he learned it on the guitar,
calls me "brandon's girl."
i said "don't call me that; you know i don't want to be."
how screwed am i if anyone i know finds this?
Friday, May 14, 2010
Clinging and Love Confessions
Last night i reminded Kaz that i like him, in case he forgot-- i doubt he did. but this was the context of the message:
subject: Okay this is totally weird.
Buuut I still like you. And I feel bad about it, but I'm putting it out there.
Which I may or may not totally regret.
So yeah.
turns out, he didn't say anything to that except for "brandon messaged me just now saying that if i'm trying to make him mad i'll have to try harder."
so i think he still likes me, i'm pretty sure.
someone told brandon i think he's too clingy. so he left for a while at lunch today. it was amazing. i had like an absentee orgasm. absenteegasm.
rebecca allen, whom i used to be friends with, is now a certified bitch. Idk, no one really likes her anymore. Ever since tyler came back she's been arrogant and bitchy. I miss the old becca ;.(
The track season is over. only like 20 days of school left. I miss the track season like you would miss your mother if she died -- we had an amazing season. I was injured for most of it, but they kept me on- as an assistant and scorekeeper. i won some serious brownie points.
A track team is like your family. If someone is hurt, everyone is hurting. If there's some inter-team drama, everyone has a part in it, and if you weren't there then there's something wrong with you. Need new spikes? The whole team is willing to suggest the same brand.
The best running book in the world? it's agreed by every reader on my team: Once A Runner. Quenton Cassidy is the idol of all idols.
It wouldn't be a post about running if i didn't bring up coach. Arias. That's what we call him. If your conversation is drying up, just bring up "arias." He's like an abusive parent: you can't help but love him even while he's running you into the ground. Before the season ended he went a bit soft, but now he's back to his harsh ways.
Things went smoothly with brandon today. his absence made things easier for me to be happier around him -- i think i just missed my friends and needed to spend a period with them.
Especially Alex Louden. He's a total brother to me. And my best friend Kelsey, and Abigail. Who is a bit wild. I love it.
well, our crabby She-male substitute Ms. Berl is getting her girldle in a tizzy.
ttfn,
music post next,
Sofia Alberta Hughes
subject: Okay this is totally weird.
Buuut I still like you. And I feel bad about it, but I'm putting it out there.
Which I may or may not totally regret.
So yeah.
turns out, he didn't say anything to that except for "brandon messaged me just now saying that if i'm trying to make him mad i'll have to try harder."
so i think he still likes me, i'm pretty sure.
someone told brandon i think he's too clingy. so he left for a while at lunch today. it was amazing. i had like an absentee orgasm. absenteegasm.
rebecca allen, whom i used to be friends with, is now a certified bitch. Idk, no one really likes her anymore. Ever since tyler came back she's been arrogant and bitchy. I miss the old becca ;.(
The track season is over. only like 20 days of school left. I miss the track season like you would miss your mother if she died -- we had an amazing season. I was injured for most of it, but they kept me on- as an assistant and scorekeeper. i won some serious brownie points.
A track team is like your family. If someone is hurt, everyone is hurting. If there's some inter-team drama, everyone has a part in it, and if you weren't there then there's something wrong with you. Need new spikes? The whole team is willing to suggest the same brand.
The best running book in the world? it's agreed by every reader on my team: Once A Runner. Quenton Cassidy is the idol of all idols.
It wouldn't be a post about running if i didn't bring up coach. Arias. That's what we call him. If your conversation is drying up, just bring up "arias." He's like an abusive parent: you can't help but love him even while he's running you into the ground. Before the season ended he went a bit soft, but now he's back to his harsh ways.
Things went smoothly with brandon today. his absence made things easier for me to be happier around him -- i think i just missed my friends and needed to spend a period with them.
Especially Alex Louden. He's a total brother to me. And my best friend Kelsey, and Abigail. Who is a bit wild. I love it.
well, our crabby She-male substitute Ms. Berl is getting her girldle in a tizzy.
ttfn,
music post next,
Sofia Alberta Hughes
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Double Posts, Computers, and Teenage Infidelity
Second post within the hour. I know, it's cute.
I forgot to tell you about Kaz. Kaz is a 6'7" junior on the volleyball team and in ASL. I have a small-scale affair with him. We like each other. It's rarely acknowledged, but it is occasionally. I feel bad about it, but I've waited for kaz to like me for almost all year--- and when he does tell me he likes me, it's the day brandon asks me out. I liked both of them, at the time.
Kaz tries to make Brandon mad. Brandon doesn't get it. I secretly pine after kaz. Tall girls need tall guys.
That covers infedility and double posting. (i make up my titles first. otherwise i go off-track and tell you everything.)
i always fall asleep in computers. then i wake up with the keyboard imprinted on my forehead, wondering how i got there and where the hell i am and why are there 28 kids typing simultaneously in my bedroom?
but yeah. ta ta for now, class gets out in 12 minutes and if i get out of here fast enough brandon can't catch me amd kaz and i can have our 5th period walk-by for which we both primp. he told me so. when he told me (over the internet, of course. thats where everything exciting and dirty happens in our day to day goody-goody white kid lives) i sent him back a winky face.
O-<----------< + ;) = <3.
I forgot to tell you about Kaz. Kaz is a 6'7" junior on the volleyball team and in ASL. I have a small-scale affair with him. We like each other. It's rarely acknowledged, but it is occasionally. I feel bad about it, but I've waited for kaz to like me for almost all year--- and when he does tell me he likes me, it's the day brandon asks me out. I liked both of them, at the time.
Kaz tries to make Brandon mad. Brandon doesn't get it. I secretly pine after kaz. Tall girls need tall guys.
That covers infedility and double posting. (i make up my titles first. otherwise i go off-track and tell you everything.)
i always fall asleep in computers. then i wake up with the keyboard imprinted on my forehead, wondering how i got there and where the hell i am and why are there 28 kids typing simultaneously in my bedroom?
but yeah. ta ta for now, class gets out in 12 minutes and if i get out of here fast enough brandon can't catch me amd kaz and i can have our 5th period walk-by for which we both primp. he told me so. when he told me (over the internet, of course. thats where everything exciting and dirty happens in our day to day goody-goody white kid lives) i sent him back a winky face.
O-<----------< + ;) = <3.
Brandon & Barbie Sex Games.
I started this a while ago but deleted all my posts due to painful memories that came from them.
I'm Sofia. I'm 15, on the track team, and I hate surprises. I have a boyfriend, but he's not important. In fact, I'm updating this to help ME keep track of him.
Brandon is one year older than me. He's on the swim team and is half asian. He goes to my church.
When i started dating him i really did like him. But now, it's all, "What the hell did i get myself into?" Long story short, he's boring, he's clingy. I'm spastic and like being hard-to-get.
The other day (tuesday) i went to his house. or to his community. For a while we just hung around the park, yeah? and then he's all, "let's go to my house! :D" and i thought it was a bad idea, but i went anyways.
His mom caught us. On the floor, making out. She called my mom yesterday morning. My mom went bonkers.
I reminded me of when I used to play barbies. I would make ken and barbie make out and then their mom would catch them. Except it was more exciting with my barbies. It was UNDER the bed. and the mom didn't flip. She videotaped them. Skipper called the police twice.
Sex games with barbie were fun. But when i got older i mailed all my barbies to my cousin Abby in Alaska. She videotaped her feeding them to the moose.
I haven't seen Abby since.
Love,
Sofia <3.
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