Of Wishing Wells and Butterflies

I have successfully distracted myself from everything that is wrong in my life, and it's not with with Love, Your Secret Admirer, either. It is because I have changed living spaces. Yes, that's right. I now live in my new house in Suburbia Central, and I have been so busy unpacking that I have had no time to pine over My Prince. All I've been able to think about is whether the butterfly chair should face the window or the closet, and where, God, is the nearest phone jack. In fact, I have left my old My Prince philosophy there at my old house, and come up with a new one. I think it's much more sensible, at my age: Work hard and look for someone I like, not necessarily someone who fulfills my every irrational fantasy. My school is very competitive, and I want a low maintnance social life, with nerdy-cool friends who will understand if no, I can't go the mall with them, I have to finish my biology homework. But most of all I want a steady boyfriend, one who I don't have to think about what I say with and is just as much friend as he is boyfriend. And one who doesn't ask weird questions. I had all that stuff with my ex, but when I was on the phone to him, he'd ask me things like, "Why do you like me?" A little chat with my boyfriend felt like a test. A stead boyfriend (who doesn't ask weird questions) is what I wish for every time I blow out the candles on a birthday cake, or blow the seeds off of a dandelion, or through a penny into a fountain. It's the one thing in my life that I don't really have control over. Everything else I can make happen on my own. I don't need luck to publish a book; I just need to be a good writer. Anyway, getting back on topic, I can't wait until I start school. I want my first batch of homework. I want my textbooks. I want that butterflies-in-the-stomach, big-important-day first-day-of-school feeling. Come quick!