Fuck music, I've got a real boyfriend!

That's right.
I have this awesome guy named Joshua Caleb Vigorito as my boyfriend.

So this is how it went down:
Last Friday, various friends and I were chilling in the band room during lunch talking about going to the movies when Dylan, Katie's boyfriend, is like 'You should go out with Josh' and I'm totally shocked cuz I had liked him for like 3 weeks and hadn't told a soul.

So Monday, I decide to tell Katie and she's all pissed cuz I did waited 3 weeks to tell her. Lol. She tells Dylan and apparently Dylan has a big mouth cuz next thing I know I'm going to ask him out.

*Cue nervousness and freaking out*

So I come to school on Tuesday dressed up all nice & panicking and everyone is like 'Did you ask him yet?' and I'm like '...Nooooo'. I honestly didn't feel like asking anyone anything at the moment and I pretty much wanted to go home and die from embarrasment & nervousness.

[It was kinda funny cuz when I was walking to band class he was coming from *insert4thperiodclasshere* and I was like 'Oh shit!!!' and made a beeline for the band room. I literally did a 90 degree angle turn from the path I had been walking. Lol.]

Then lunch rolls around and there's egg rolls; the school's egg rolls are epic. So I'm sitting and the lunch table in the cafeteria with Beth, Chelsea and other assorted people, enjoying my egg roll when Katie, Dylan, Aubry [Josh's older sister], and Kendal swarm out of nowhere.

It was really scary, there were like sharks circling a bleeding seal.
Sharks eat seals, right? Or is it otters?

Katie drags me out of the booth spilling my food everywhere and tries to tow me all the way back to the band room. I manage to escape and go to use the bathroom. She drags me out like the very second I'm done peeing.

So I walk into the band room and peek around the corner. No Josh. I breath a sigh of relief because I really don't want to ask him.

[I mean who the hell enjoys asking people out? Because for like 2 or 3 unholy seconds it's like you're teetering on the edge of a cliff and the only person who knows for sure what's going to happen to you is the person you're asking. Nobody likes to put themselves out there like that; vulnerable for attack.]

But I digress, it turned out that Josh was getting fitted for his concert tuxedo so I had to suffer and wait in the band room for like 5 minutes.

5 minutes in which I begin to pace relentlessly.

He's done getting fitted and I'm like 'OHHHHHHH SHIIITTTT!' and Dylan comes to hold me & Josh together and I can't make a quick getaway.

But then it's like:

Dylan: Josh, do you take Jennifer to be your lawfully wedded girlfriend?
Josh: Yes
Dylan: Jennifer, do you take Josh to be your lawfully wedded boyfriend?
Me: Yes.
Dylan: I now pronouce you boyfriend and girlfriend.
*smiles all around*

So basically all that nervousness and bullshit was for NOTHING!!!
Lmao.

The bell rings, we hold hands and he walks me all the way to class. He was late.

The next day, more smiling, hand holding, and hugging. Everyone was awwing and shit. We kissed after band practice. Kendal and Megan missed it. They were pissed. That was my first kiss EVER! =D

Yesterday was the band concert. I met his dad, he met my mom. My parents did their parental thing and were like 'Blah blah blah, boyfriend, grades, you can always ask us anything, he's supposed to ask you, he's too young, etc.'

Today we kissed again. =]

This blog was ridiculously long.

12.16.08♥

XoxoX, Jenn♥

P.S. The title of this blog relates to another blog I posted, k.

Self pity isn't very pretty...

Especially in the case of having a bad family.

It's slowly becoming the norm for people to have broken/abusive/addict families. And while that's absolutely horrible and it's totally fucking up their kids, what bothers me the more is when these kids are like "Well my life is already horrible I'll just fuck up some more. It won't matter."

Like seriously, what the hell kind of thought process is this?
Just because your family is made of fail you're justified to make nothing of yourself?
Bullshit.

I don't give a damn whatever happens, you should never think like this.

In fact you should want to excel in life to prove your family and society wrong. So you can have the opportunity to be like "Bitch, look at me now! I've gone farther in life than you could ever dream of" and rub their faces in it. Or, at the very least, raise your future kids knowing you did a better job than they did.

But no, continue wallow in your self misery and go down the same path as your family. Become another statistic. Get pregnant and drop out of school while you're at it. Go ahead and sink down to their level because it's not like you were going to do anything worthwhile with your life anyways...

Are you?

XoxoX, Jenn♥