The Request

Neil Hewitt.

Singer.

Small town Iowa country singer who kicks. Ass.

My favorite song of his: The Request.

I'm tired of bein' someone's second best.

I'm sick of countin' on promises never kept.

And I've been thinking about burnin' all the bridges to my past.

Hey cowboy, have you got a song like that?

Lovely. Ass. Ride.

I have no idea why I said ride at the end of that, but I like the ring of it. A lot. I may even start saying that.

But it's just another song that the lyrics remind me of some guy.

Just some guy that I know extremely well that I would do just about anything for,

Well, anyway, shit happened in the past, and I would love to just burn those brides down and just move my happy ass along.

Just like I been doin'.

Just like he has some kind of problem with letting me do.

It's like I'm his safety, his back up, his eternal rebound.

And wow, this blog is getting a tad personal.

My apologies.

It's whatever.

He's whatever.

Shit happens.

Shit will continue to happen as long as I'm alive.

But one thing is for certain;

I am no longer going to just let things fly by that I could have done.

I will be doing whatever I see fit at that exact moment, and if I regret it later, I'll just remind myself that at that exact moment,

it was exactly what I wanted.

Peace.

It's full of fuel & I just lit the fuse.

She moved on and I feel bad for you, because she thought you were the most amazing boy ever.

If she could have had any guy in the world,

she would have chosen you.

She thought you were different.

She was wrong.

You're just another guy to her now.


I. Love. That.

Not a single name was mentioned, but I bet you have someone pictured in your head right now.

That one that never really worked out, even tho if it would have, it would have been perfect.

Maybe.

But that's all in the past, and now everybody's friends with everybody.

Then maybe at some point he realized what he lost when he decided to let it fall apart.

He's blowin' up your phone again, hanging on your every word again, and that's sooooo not what you want anymore.

The best part of being around each other is just being friends.

Now he's just another guy.

One of the fish in the sea you've already met.

Been there.

Done that.

Figuratively, of course.(;

And now we both move on.

Sassafrass.

You know how easy it would be for me to just use you like the tool you are and just walk away?

Don't even act like that's not what you're planning anyway.

But now that we both know we're playing the game, it's getting much more interesting.

Who's going to get there first?

Who's going to win?

And how will we tell who won when/if we get there?

But I don't want to stoop down to your pathetic little level.

I'm better than that.

I'm classy.

I'm smart.

I'm funny.

And I can do a hell of a lot better than you.

I think you know that.

I think that's why you're trying so hard to keep me hanging on.

Dude, you've been at this for, what, two years now?

I thiiiiink you either need to step up your game for reals or just call it quits.

And I kinda don't want you to step up your game for reals.

Yeah, you're awesome. And yeah, I love being your friend, but it's best if that's it.

I've finally made peace with being your best friend Jill, chillin' on the sidelines and telling you when to calm down and when to do your homework and when to do mine.

I'm good with that.

You should be, too.

(insert random picture)

BB Queen & Alicia Keys.♥

It's that kind of day.

I woke up at, what, 6:20? On a Saturday, mind you. Anyway, it was a completely shitty day. Fog all over the place, and worse, I had to go take the ACTs.

Whoop whoop? No.

Well, there were a bunch of my cronies there, so that was good.

And we went out to get Arby's afterward.(:

I love roast beef.

Nom nom nom.

Well, now, it is the most gorgeous day I'm pretty sure I have ever seen in my entire life.

Legitimately.

I even got a little burnt. :)

I LOVE SUMMATIMEEE.C:

But I'm still stressin a little.

Trap.

I'm terrified of it for some unknown reason.

I really can't figure it out.

It's not like I'm afraid of guns, hell, I'm more afraid of spiders.

Maybe I'm afraid of looking like a tard?

But that happens literally EVERY day of my LIFE.

Not a new situation to be afraid of.

I have actually come to the conclusion that I'm just afraid of anything I haven't done before.

Which is stupid, irrational, and will get me, hmmmm, NOWHERE in life.

Even things that I really really want, I'm terrified of until I've done it a few times.

Buying/using my new shiny camera for one.

On the way there, I almost said forget it, I don't need it, I don't need to go into photo journalism, I'll just be a hobo, it's a'ight.

Yeah, I'm a douche.

Okay, Imma put a picture on here and that'll be all for today. :)

Byeeee,

Chrissylove♥

Imma be rollin on that coaster.

In. Sane. Day. Numero uno, it is Goat Day.

April 1st every year our FFA chapter has this fundraiser where we send this goat around and you have to pay to get rid of it, send it on to someone else, or just sit with it for 20 minutes. This year it was CRAZY fun, because I was in a truck with some really great girls and we had some killer convos. :)

Numero dos, it is the night of the Spanish Club lock-in.

Yeah. Skipping. My main friends all decided not to go, and the other people in the club I'm definitely not tight with. Awwwwkwarrrrd much. I did pay 5 bucks and say I would go, but AM I? NEGATIVE.

Numero tres, play practice.

I totally forgot my book and felt like a douche cake. But it was very fun, and I'm loving my character to death! :)

Numero cuatro, tomorrow. Is. Hell.

1. State trap meet.


2. 4H trash pickup.


3. Agronomy banquet.


4. Work.

Trap.

Didn't know about until this morning. Have I been to a practice yet? Nope. How many practices have I known about so far? 1. What day of the week was it? Wednesday. How many other things do I have to do on Wednesday nights? 3. Literally EVERY WEDNESDAY. I HATE myself for missing so much. I really really really do. I paid to do this. I got other people involved in it so that we could have a killer girls team. I got so many people pumped for this, and what have I been doing? JACK SHIT. Ugh, it's the WORST feeling in the world to know that you have let someone down. I HATE it SO MUCH. I'm just glad the coaches aren't complete bastards towards my latest slacker-attack. I love sweethearts. God bless them.

4H.

I love 4H. Okay, that's kind of a lie. The organization of 4H as a whole isn't all that great. When FFA kids talk about doing something against rules, we say to wear a 4H shirt. That's how it goes. Especially at the state fair. OMG aggie kid rivalry up the hizzy, I swear. In some towns (not in mine, because everyone's an aggie) there are SEVERE rivalries between the FFA chapter and the 4H clubs, because apparently fake aggies are in FFA and the real ones are in 4H (according to the 4Hers), but 4H is for all the straight laced little pansies and FFA is where all the fun happens (according to the FFAers). I see the views from both. But I'm in both, so it's whatevskies. :)

Anyway, we're having our annual 2 mile trash pick up tomorrow at two o' clock. Yippeeee! Last year we found a SCURVY ass can, and when you got anywhere near it, it smelled like death/feces/armpit/truck stop bathroom. You guessed it, it was a spitter. Yay, people who chew and throw their spitters out of their window. I hate you on so many levels.

Agronomy.

My sister is majoring in agron up at ISU, so this is allllll her thing. It starts at 5:30. We have to leave home at 3:30. That leaves me like an hour ISH to be at 4H before I have to leave to go home and take a shower before going up to *insert redneck accent here* that there big timin city, there. */redneck accent*

Work.

Why can't money just go die in a hole someplace?

Along with janitorial work.

Who needs dirt?

I mean, for purposes other than planting things in.

Whatever.

I'm going to go do what I actually enjoy.

Edit some of my photography and attempt to explain to my inept parents how much it actually means to me.

And if you actually read all this, I freaking love you.

Lovelovelovelovelove,

Chrissyface♥