Want, Need, Take

For my birthday, I asked my parents for one thing: hair extensions.

Now, that sounds completely materialistic, but I'm like incredibly self concious about my hair. So, what better than hair extensions.

But my mom just ruined it. I don't think she gets how much I want this. Or she does, but doesn't give a flying whoop.

No, that's not true. I'm just pissed. I guess she just doesn't want me to get my hopes up.

Which I guess is good.

Somewhat.

For future feelings, it is.

I think I bitch and moan about her and how she treats me because she's always telling the truth. Sometimes I don't need the truth. Especially when I need to be comforted.

Which completely contradicts one of my earlier posts, but it's how I feel now.

Do you think I'm insane?

Wait, no. Don't answer that.

My dads been pissing me off lately too. I haven't really been able to hangout out with him lately, and I like hanging out with my parents.

I whine so much. I only whine on here though. I never say this stuff in real life. Which is both good or bad.

I don't bug people with it, but it starts to build up inside. So this whole blogging thing helps, so much.

I'm incredibly curious at how many people even read my posts. Who take the time to read all my morals, themes, quotes, and bitching. I guess I almost NEED to know. So, I'm begging, will you leave a comment to let me know how I'm doing? Or just to tell me what you like? Because I wanna know that I'm not super crazy, or alone.

So, on to new topics while you're pondering where or not to comment (which you should do) let's talk about Greek. I have a huge thing for Jesse McCartney, so it's a huge deal that he's starring in it. And I mean HUGE.

And Matt Lanter from 90120 is almost the epitome of my dream guy. Tall, dark, and handsome. Dangerous. Danger seriously turns me on.

What's really sad is that I have a crush on a boy from school who barely knows that I'm alive. It's sad but thrilling. He has a girlfriend, and as much as this might sound out of spite for the two of them dating, she's fugly. Honestly, she is. You would probably agree. And, it's not like I think ill ever date him. I know I won't. Shit, I'm positive we won't. This isn't a movie, y'know? Real life doesn't fall along to what you want it too. I figured that out a long time ago.
I wish he would realize I existed though. Wouldn't that sum things up? I guess not. I used to care about being apart of the popular crowd, I used to indulge myself in that group of people. But then I realized the people who truly love me are the ones I've been dismissing, and I think the minute I left that group of kids was the moment I lost my chance with the popular boys. But ALL I want is that one boy.
Let's call him Bob. Obviously that's not his name. We used to be friends. Actually, he tied my tennis shoes for me in kindergarten, and I think that was my first memory of him. He's always been cute. I'm not sure if I'm in love with him, or the idea of him.

I guess I won't ever know.
But what if I really want to know?
I WANT him so badly.
Not in the lovey dovey way, which would be nice, but I just want to be able to say that I was able to get him

I wish.

Do you agree that anything is possible?