Lying is the new black.

So, today is my supposed "nine month anniversary", I suppose I was misled when I thought that would mean that my boyfriend would try to see me at all costs and make me feel important. That's what I get for thinking. It's apparently really complicated for my boyfriend to see me more than once a week when he can be with his guy friend every day. I understand the importance of friends, I really do and I don't care that he hangs out with him one bit...it's just like sometimes I feel like shouting "WHERE IS THE LOVE?!?" Anyways, he said he was going to practice and couldn't see me today, but when I texted him begging for him to kill me he simply replied "I'm at the 'canery' (which was oh-so relevant). After many attempts of decoding the message, I figured out that he was at the canAry. For those of you know what the Canary is (and where it is) that was completely random, wasn't it? I asked him who he was with and, of course, the answer was "Putt." (For those of you who aren't aware, Putt is his best-friend...who gets to see him more often than me..even outside of school.) Already upset with the academic team's situation of un-dedicated team members, I marched to the Canary to see the only boy that I had longed to see for the whole week. I expected the whole magical feeling, but that didn't happen.(Nothing's like the movies, promise.) I was just utterly confused because when I walked in there were four people sitting at their table. Two of which who obviously were not Putt. However, I am just glad that the other members were not of the female variety.If that were the case I more than likely would have told them where to get off, and him too. But that's not what happened, so let's not get ourselves wrapped up in that. Anyway, I ranted to Josh for about five minutes and then he kissed me and sent me about my way. That's sooo not the comfort I was looking for, but hey guys aren't all that sympathetic anyway. It's not that I don't love him or anything, don't misread me, it's just sometimes I feel like I'm just a thorn in the side to him. I just don't know if we're putting the same amount of effort into things, maybe I'm overexerting myself or maybe he has a lack of interest. Perhaps I just expect way too much of people. Maybe it's my "it's all about me" attitude that gets me all down in the dumps about this stop. More than likely I'm just being over dramatic...again, but whatever the case I wouldn't mind feeling a bit loved or needed.

On another note, here's a word of advice to you, dear friend. Don't begin lying, and if you do lie...stop before you get so badly tangled up on them that you, yourself, no longer know the truth. I hate liars, honestly. Sure, sometimes it's okay to "bend the truth", but I wouldn't suggest making it a habit. Little lies are the things that can hurt people the most, so fess up right away before you lie anymore or avoid the subject or don't lie to begin with. For example, if you say you are going to academic practice don't go play football instead without maybe telling the person you told otherwise to. Or how about the ever popular, "But I didn't push her up against the wall." (You didn't know about that one? Well, get prepared.) Today an unmentionable, fat turd pushed my best-friend's little sister up against the wall and then denied doing so and tried to push guilt upon me. First off, don't tell me that I was "talking crap" about my best-friend's little sister. I wouldn't do that, and I DIDN'T do that. If you are not responsible enough to say what you did was wrong your big hind-end needs to be marched right back to elementary school. Don't make up lies to get yourself out of trouble! Either you did it or you didn't and if you lie about doing it you're just going to end up more screwed than you were to begin with. Remember back in the good ol' days when lying was saying you didn't take a second helping snack or that you did not take little Johnny's fluorescent eraser? Unfortunately, we can't revert back to those days because lying has became the only way for us to function. If everyone was forbidden to lie for one day, even half a day the world would end up in pandemonium. Everyone lies, eh? A cheating husband wouldn't just come home and say "Honey, I'm cheating on you." He would try his very hardest to cover it up...up until he got caught. And trust me, they always get caught so don't rely on your "sneakiness" to get you out of things. And while we're on the subject of being unfaithful, stop cheating if you are. You look like a huge penis (even girls) and end up hurting more than one person...and honestly, if you don't have the balls enough to break up with one person, you sure as heck don't deserve to have another too.
As much as I have left to say I hate to leave, but I have no choice. Jude the Obscure is calling.