5 Months 21 Days

Last week was definitely a rough week for Lovely Boy and I. Every day was a constant arguement. Our daily fights culminated into one giant fight on Friday night. Friday night, I honestly saw the end of our relationship. Luckily, I managed to get off the phone and sleep my anger off. The next day was a little tension-filled, but better. Now, at school, our relationship is back to the way it was. It's like we've fallen in love again.

Now, the exciting news. When I was in sixth grade I was in a county chorus. At this big chorus festival I met a boy, a sixth grade boy. This boy and I became close over the course of two days and we passed many many love notes. I got his number and I managed to work up enough courage to call him twice. After the second call, we never talked again. For three years after sixth grade, I wished the choir boy "good night" every single night, without missing a beat. Every year after that I found myself checking every single county chorus program I received, searching for his name. I never found it...until last weekend. As soon as I saw his name, I searched him on facebook, an idea I stupidly had never thought of doing. I found him in no time at all. Once I saw his picture I knew it was him, I also knew that I had seen him that weekend, without even realizing it was him or saying hello. I am SO upset about it! I am very happy to say that my sixth grade soul mate and I are now catching up on life since sixth grade over facebook. No lie, I cried when I found him. To think that I have found my sixth grade love after years of not talking, is really amazing to me.

Gotta love life...and facebook.

Love,
Miss Elizabeth

5 months 17 days.

I have a theory. My theory is that relationships directly relate to the physics theories of waves. Basically, relationships go from good to bad over the course of a cycle. For example, about every other month, Lovely Boy and I have a perfect month. On the off months, our relationship is either dull or filled with fighting. In smaller time spans, over the course of one cycle, or periods, relationships have on and off weeks that work very much the same way as cycles. I'm not one for physics or math in school, but in my head it all makes sense!

Lately, the talk around school has been about prom. Who is going to ask who, who is obligated to go with whom, and how he is asking her or she is asking him. A good friend just texted me his idea to ask one of my other good friends to prom. His idea is to go to the girl's house, write something along the lines of "will you go to prom with me" on notecards and scatter them around her backyard. The last card will have the location of a rose and a card, officially asking her to prom. A little corny, yes, but AHdorable nonetheless. I can't help but be a little jealous. I had to ask Lovely Boy to prom, myself.

UGH, oh to horrible jealousy:(
Love,
Miss Elizabeth

5 Months 4 Days.

Our fights, although often, never last for long. Is it good to have many little fights or to have a few big fights? I'm not too sure. I kind of like a little drama. Whenever Lovely Boy and I fight, our makeups bring us closer together. Re-reading my last post was funny. If you couldn't tell, I was a tad distressed. Everything is better now. I did some heavy duty thinking on the subject. My decision is that I love Lovely Boy just the way he is, faults and all.

One of his faults includes his stand-offish attitude when around my friends. My friends, especially my guy friends, have never been fond of Lovely Boy. They gave me so much crap when we first started dating, that I almost was discouraged. Somehow, I have persuaded them that Lovely Boy is going to be around for awhile. Last night, I invited Lovely Boy to accompany me to a friend's party. Lovely Boy accepted my invitation, despite many moans and groans. The first hour and a half that we were there was torturous. I tried everything I could to make Lovely Boy be sociable and talkative, to no avail. Two hours into the party, after everyone was too wasty and high to even realize they had, two hours before, highly disliked Lovely Boy, they started to warm up to him. Everyone loosened up, including the sober Lovely Boy and I, and we started having a good time...a little too good of a time. I came home last night with love bites covering both sides of my neck. My short hair did nothing to cover them. Needless to say, my mum and dad were none to happy. I must now face my consequences.

I will be wearing turtlenecks and scarves the rest of the week.
Let this be a lesson to you!

Love,
Miss Elizabeth

5 Months 1 Day

Oh, how time flies when one is having fun. I cannot believe how fast these five months have flown by. I also cannot believe how much my relationship with Lovely Boy has progressed...or not.

After having a lovely lovely lovely day yesterday, celebrating our five month anniversary, Lovely Boy and I just got mixed up in one of the ugliest fights our young relationship has yet to come by. Our fight over a mix of a (7%) math average and attendance at a party this upcoming weekend, was a tad over dramatic. I suppose that I may have shed too many tears or become a little too upset, but I am a tad stressed out from all this college talk and such.

...I just need to complain...just for a little.

Complaints about Lovely Boy (who is not always so lovely):

1. The maturity level.
2. He doesn't like my friends and they return the feeling.
3. He openly brags about the "hot" girls that talk to him, call him, web chat him, and facebook him.
4. He has a 7% in math and he doesn't care, nor does he try.
5. He has little to no trust for me.
6. We don't do anything that a traditional bf/gf would do. We do not go on dates or anything.
7. He doesn't want a job, to do homework, to do any sort of school work, or go to his classes.
8. He doesn't care that I care so much for him.

It feels to get that off my chest.
Thank you for listening.
Love y'all, and love Lovely Boy.
Love,
Miss Elizabeth

4 Months 25 Days.

Tonight marks the first night that Lovely Boy made me cry out of sheer happiness. I don't want to say too much for to ruin the sheer happiness of the night, but I will try to quote back to you all exactly what was said.

Basically, in a nutshell, this is what was said.

"I love you Miss Elizabeth. My mum said this to me yesterday. She said, you know, out of all the girlfriends you have had I knew that none of them were right for you. Elizabeth is right for you. I know she is. I know things may not work out with you two, first loves barely ever do, but in a few years, if you wanted to get married, I would be very happy with that decision."

I'm not going to lie, I felt like a fool, but I teared up.

How sweet is that.

I am so in love. I am the definition of love sick.

Love,
Miss Elizabeth

4 Months 24 Days.

This past week has been nightmareishly stressful. (is that a word??) I have had an abundance of homework, long rehearsals before the opening of my school's musical, the suicide of a fellow classmate, an ugly breakout on my forehead, and the looming threat of the upcoming SATS. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

With all this activity surrounding my life, Lovely Boy and I have not had much time, besides in the hallways, to talk or hang out. Yesterday was his sister's first birthday. I was originally planning on not going because of the musical. After the musical the cast was having a cast party at one of the girl's houses. I made the decision to go to Lovely Boy's house instead. When I told my friends I would not be attending the cast party, you should have heard their response. One would think that I had sabotaged the show. People were legitimately angry that I would "ditch" the party. They tried to persuade me to change my plans, but my mind was made up. I went to Lovely Boy's little sister's birthday, and I had a great time.

The point of the story is this: when one makes the right decision, it will feel wonderful. Although I was hesitant that I might have made the wrong choice, once I had followed through, I knew that I had made the right decision. Make strong choices. Don't let others persuade you against what you believe is right.

Love,
Miss Elizabeth

4 Months 22 Days.

I'll make this post short, considering I am exhausted. My high school's musical, Thoroughly Modern Millie" opened today. The show ended at ten to ten and then the cast proceeded to go to a local restaurant until 11:45. I just got settled into bed, one hour later. I can barely keep my eyes open and my hands typing.

I just want to start and end by saying, I love you lovely boy. I feel like by saying it he can hear me saying it to him, while he sleeps. I know he knows nothing of this blog but, I still want him to hear me say it while he dreams:) I am in love with him. I want him to know that no matter what happens, at the end of the day we belong to eachother and no one else. Even though a castmate flirted with me all night and even made me a shirley temple, just for me, even though Africa and I have a little bit of chemistry, and even though I squeal when I receive texts from my bus buddy, none of that matters. I love my boyfriend and he is all I want.

Sweet dreams y'all,
Miss Elizabeth