More from last entry

Let me clarify a little more from last entry.

Alexis, or Lexi, is 19 years old. She lives in California and has a one year old baby. We almost didn’t go out in the first place. We were thinking too much ahead, ‘will her parents accept me?’ ‘will my parents accept her and her baby?’ ‘will her baby accept me?’ etc. Then, Amanda told me to just date casually. Thus, that was the nature of the relationship.

Now, the past couple of weeks, she hadn’t been around b/c her best friend and her father had died. She felt horrible that she wasn’t able to get on and talk to me. I kinda figured she didn’t want a b/f around due to everything that’s going on; besides, it would be easier on her to get everything straightened out and for me to be single and fix some things myself.

The things I need to fix on my end are: throwing things when mad, and not have an attitude at times.

I have definately changed from a few weeks ago. Liz and I can talk without fighting; Joey and I can talk without me feeling uncomfortable–Joey is Liz’s b/f now. Anyway, that’s the situation with Lexi and me.

Right now, I’m taking a break from writing that story. Actually, I haven’t started on it b/c I can’t come up with the beginning argh. That’s the only bad thing about writing a poem, essay, letter, or story: it’s difficult to come up with a beginning that catches the crowd. I might rearrange how I’m going to start on it hmm…

I have a really big pet peeve. I really dislike it when someone is dishonest about their looks or age. I had an ex that lied about both. She told me she was 15 at the time, and sent me a pic that was of a young woman (I don’t remember the description or anything). After we broke up, she sent me an e-mail telling me the truth. She was really 13 and didn’t look like that girl in the pic at all. In fact, she told me it was some girl whom her brother knew. At the time, I was like 15 or 16 and the news stunned me.

I write that because a friend of mine told me she lied about her looks when she talked to me. I’d imagine that if someone gave me a description of their looks, I’d hold them to their word. Like, if someone said they were 5’2″, 110 lbs, brow hair, blue eyes, I’d have a certain picture of them in my head. However, if I see that they’re really 5’3″, 170 lbs, I’d be annoyed. It sucks when people have to lie to feel accepted. Anyway, this part is going nowhere so I’m going to end this :-P.