TRP<3

Golly gee it's been too long. :)
This past two weeks has been quite an exciting turn of events.

Boys. Are. Dumb.
After a long, difficult relationship, and a long, difficult ending to a relationship, I decided I was done with males for some time. Sure, they know how to make you feel good, but is it really worth it in the end? Who knows? Nobody does, which is why we continue with our giant game of trial and error. It doesn't just apply to math, you know.

So what happens when Sammy decides she's done with boys? ... Of course! Boys come flocking to her. >.>
Michael Perez, nice young man- complete opposite. So why is he interested in me? Well it doesn't matter, because I told him I didn't want anything to do with any boy past friendship. Yet he still wants me. I'd rather chase turkeys. ;)
Jacob A.K.A "J-Z"? It was only the second time of seeing him my entire life. We have friends who are friends with each other. And we all went to the Metz Hill Haunted Barn. Ooooh scary...not. There just happened to be an annoying girl with us that had a crush on him, soo...we thought we would get rid of her by causing a little jealousy. Little did I know, that flirting and hand holding was a little more than spawning the little green monster. Later that night, he asked me if I was single. And I responded with a "yes, but not available".
Caleb Bryant. Ohh you. We are buddies, no big deal. I've always known he had a little something for me, so I wasn't really surprised when he asked me out one night. Well I told him maybe we could go on one date or something, BUT a few days later I heard that he only asked me out so we could make out! Definately a big N-O now.
This boy. For your sake, I won't spill your name. But you are very obvious. Just come out and admit it. Doesn't matter anyhow because...
Taylor Perkinson. I've known you since you started high school. "Harry the Horse". You were always just one of my boys. (That I apparently corrupt. :)) But something happened this year. Perhaps that night we first really looked each other in the eye. "Take her by the soft white shoulders..." :) Rehearsals will never be the same. October 31st, just talking to you made me so incredibly happy. And from there the spark turned into a flame, and it's always growing. :)
We may never know how this happened, but I'm very happy it did.<3

Oh you

You shouldn't be so positive

You never stood a chance

I have high expectations

You can't dance my dance

I may have met the worst chef ever...

It's me!
I failed at chopping and frying an onion. I'm just thankful whoever ate my mom's lasagna didn't get food poisoning from my onion mishap.

But in a way, this has been a good experience. It has made me contemplate my future and rethink my expectations in a husband.

My future husband, whoever he may be, must be capable, to some degree, of cooking, because I am basically useless. If my family wants Ramen or Kraft mac-n-cheese every night, then I can handle that.

I don't even know who he is, but I feel bad for him already.

He should just be a house-husband, and I'll bring home the bacon.

Not literally of course, because I'd bring it home charred.