Of Paranoia and Breaking Hearts

I have accidentally acquired a new boyfriend while on my road trip (let's just call him "E"). I kind of asked him out on a whim, but then I found out that he's liked me for about a year, so I am in kind of an "Oh crap" kind of situation. I don't mind him (in fact, I like him a lot as a person), but he's really awkward and really keen. Why do I always end up with guys that really like me, who's hearts I have to end up breaking? It kind of sucks a lot. But I don't know how I'm possibly going to break up with him, because he is such a sweetiepie. I'm going to feel really bad. But what can I do? Nothing, that is what, unless I can go back in time and not ask him out. Which I can't.
But on the bright side, I had a lot of fun on the trip. We had a particularly amusing time at this one restaurant. Me and four of my friends (N and Na and two others) each came up with a quirk, and each time the waitress came by we exercised our quirk. Na tugged on her right earlobe the whole time, N cleared her throat after every sentence the waitress said, one of the other girls blinked really deliberately, the other one acted like she was really paranoid of the waitress, and I looked really confused the whole time. Then we told the waitress that it was Na's birthday (her birthday is in February). She totally believed us. We had just asked for a candle to stick in Na's cookie, but she brought us a whole sundae. We felt kind of bad, but what can you do? We all sang happy birthday to her and had a good time. But then the E thing happened... I hope it doesn't screw up my search for My Prince...

Regretfully,
Rosie L.

Of Gettysburg and Pregnant Spiders

Yet again, I have found it difficult to post in a while. I don't know what has gotten into me, but I'm going to stop saying anything next time I'm too busy to post in a while. Anyhow, soon I will be going on a road trip to Philadelphia with some friends. Gettysburg and such. You know, edjumacation. History. In preparation for having as much fun as we can, one of my friends has taught us a very amusing little trick that her sister made up. You get a rather large sweatshirt and put your legs in the arm holes with the main body of the sweatshirt hanging down between your legs. Then, you sort of dive down into the sweatshirt and struggle a bit, then put your head through the hood bit. And there you have it: Sweatshirt Troll. You end up looking like one of three things: a strange little creature not dissimilar to the wotsit-thing in The Black Cauldron but more deformed, a pregnant spider, or a poor child with no legs. Needless to say, it really makes you laugh. Anyway, we think we may do it for graduation, and say really cheesy speeches. Buckets of laughs. I can't wait.
Well, anyway, the My Prince situation remains as hopeless as ever, except worse, because, well, I am not getting any younger. Sigh... what can ya' do? But the road trip will take my mind off it!

Excitedly,
Rosie L.