The Obligatory Valentine's Day Post

     While everyone knows that Hallmark and making other singletons feel inferior is the reason for the season, I feel as though it must be acknowledged. Due to my currently single status and lack of romantic interaction, in order to entertain you guys, I will reflect back on my previous romantic interactions.

Here are some of the most "romantic" things that have happened to me (As you can see, I don't take very well to things that others consider romantic, one of the many reasons that I am single at present)...

     My first boyfriend, Alex, giving me his class ring for Christmas- The poor kid shows up to my door, Christmas morning, with a pair of mittens (that I still have somewhere due to the fact that they are warm and I live up north) and a ring box. In the box, obviously, was his class ring. That was the part where most girls would have freaked out. And freak out I did. In the bad sense. Because I was nowhere near ready for that. I ended up wearing it for the rest of our relationship (he has bony fingers), but hated almost every second of it. It was clunky and didn't really match anything. On the brightside, it made my older sister super jealous, to the point where my dad gave her his class ring to shut her up be nice (this picture isn't the actual ring, I gave that back after the break up).

(Me, in the middle, making class rings the must have fashion accessory...haha, not)

     My second boyfriend, my first love, Andy, did quite a few romantic things as well. After a particularly nasty break up (Me being the breakup-er) because I couldn't stand that he couldn't express his feelings, he came to my house at 6:30AM (which means that he had to leave by 6, since my house is a twentyish minute drive) to post an EIGHT PAGE LETTER to my windshield about our relationship and how he loved me. Crazy. We had paint, water gun, and sword fights (nerding out, sorry dudes). We swang on a ridiculous number of swings. We took quite a few sunset and night walks. He even bought me a pineapple, which is my favorite fruit ever. However, in my opinion, the most romantic thing that he ever did was for my birthday, when he gave me Fall Out Boy's new CD. It sounds stupid, but he actually asked my sister to ask me what I wanted, which took a lot of effort for him, because he was super shy and didn't like to speak up (the cause of many of our fall outs).

     Greg never had the misfortune of becoming became my boyfriend, due to various issues (i.e. he wanted to be in control, and I wanted to be in control, and he was a little Disney for my tastes). However, the kid was definitely a romantic. For one of our dates, he took us on a canoe trip. I. Love. Canoeing. He also packed a huge picnic lunch for us, complete with ice (to keep it cold) and forks. He even took  the fact that I am a vegetarian into account and packed us salads. This would have been super nice, except for the fact that during said canoe trip, we had a longish conversation about how I hate that everyone thinks that vegetarians like salads (I don't). The kid said nothing. Cue awkward moment an hour later where he whips out the salads for our "romantic lunch". Cue awkward moment where we never went on another date again (my choice).

     Dan. The boyfriend that lasted one month (although we are still super close), but had a knack for letter writing even though he was kinda bad at it, it's the thought that counts, and romantic gestures. Click on the link for more on that...

So, I guess I don't have a whole lot to complain about in the relationship department. In fact, I should probably be grateful for the multitude of nice guys that have made up my dating history.

Just when you start to doubt your total awesomeness, just think of all of the guys, girls, cats, etc. that make your life wonderful (regardless of whether or not you are dating them).

Happy Valentine's Day!

All of the nights, why did my lover have to pick last night to get down?

I am going to apologize right up front. This is going to be one of those boyfriend brag posts. As a singleton, I hated those like taking science midterms (but when you have a boyfriend, suddenly, you devour these posts like crazy. So weird). Therefore, I figured I'd warn anyone viewing this so that you have an opportunity to quit reading and go play outside or (if it's like the Antarctica, which, according to my profile, is where I currently reside) do something else that makes you smile. Oh, and here is an article about all of the fun single things you can do (I've only been off the market for a month, so I still feel single sometimes. Plus, being single is super fun).

Here it is.

Last night, Dan, aka my boyfriend decided that he was going to surprise me. Fuck fuck fuck, the alarm bells went off in my head. Boyfriend surprises scare me to no end. In my past, they have either been over the top (a class ring given to me on Christmas three months into my first high school relationship) or downright awful (a Disney gum-wrapperesque wallet thing. Even if I liked Disney at all, it was just plain ugly). And I always have to fake like I like the surprises, which is never fun. Awkwardness abounds. Plus, in relationships, do you ever have that feeling like a bad surprise/ gift signifies that your significant other doesn't know you or that there is a lack of communication or something (and before you think I am a super ungrateful primadonna, I only exchange gifts with significant others on birthdays, yearaversaries, and Christmas, and I do appreciate the thought behind them, even if they do suck.)?

Anyway, needless to say, I spent the rest of the night after that avoiding Dan and his "surprise". But, since we live next door, it was pretty easy for him to find me, and find me he did, wearing his spirit wear sweatshirt and carrying a drawstring bag. He handed me a coded note, badly drawn picture included, that basically said the we were going to DRINK and WATCH UK SKINS on Netflix (aka the best show ever, see my previous post). Wow. I was definitely not ready for that one. Since he knows that I don't like "real dates" (too many awkward moments, and I am one of "those girls" that hates when guys pay). So he whips out some Barefoot wine and beer (any excuse to use my newly pilfered-from-my-mom-corkscrew-bottle-opener-combo is a good time) . He also proceeds to whip off his sweatshirt. Underneath, he was wearing this really nice argyle sweater that he knows I love. Damn. I am definitely dating the right kid. Needless to say, the rest of the night was quite enjoyable.

Rejected, Rejected, You Just Got Rejected

Stress. Stress. Stress. I am so many different levels of stressed it is unreal.

Unfortunately for me, my camp didn't rehire me because I want to work with teens (and they want me to work with younger kids). Not going to lie to you guys, I am super humiliated and hurt about this. In fact, I wasn't even going to post about it, but admittance is the first step to the healing process and all, so why not. Plus, everyone has been rejected from something at some point in their lives (insert section where I discuss all of the successful famous people who've been turned down). I'm not alone. Now, neither are you. Rejection sucks. It sucks a whole helluvalot.

On the brightside, I am now in the process of filling out every camp application that I can find, including some that are completely out of my reach, just because I can (and if you know any camps that are hiring, I would love to hear about them). Treks for teens in New Mexico, camps for kids with special needs, academic camps, slightly creepy religious camps, you name it, I am applying for it. Wish me luck, I definitely need it quite a lot. That and a chill pill, because, as I said in the opening of this post, I am superduper stressed.

Thankfully, I also have a ton of people that are reassuring me that everything isn't doomed just because I was rejected from my camp. My best friend and roommate has given me unlimited access to her envelopes (for the applications) and hugs, and my boyfriend has been extremely supportive and even sent me a slew of happy internet things (a few of which are pictured below) to make me feel better. He is definitely a keeper.

Anyways, if you were recently rejected, or if you're stressed, or anything that isn't your best and happiest, and you don't have a super awesome boyfriend or best friend to send you random happy things from the internet at the moment, today is YOUR lucky day!

If that doesn't help, just give someone a hug and smile. It weirdly helps, no lie.

Peace, Love, and Cookie Flavored Tea.