NaBloPoMo Day Twenty-Nine: She Sure Likes to Bone

I still don't really want to talk about the thing with Andy, but I can at least say that he and I have come to an agreement that we feel relatively the same way about each other and are only trying to avoid drama. (read: his ex-girlfriend and her friends want/ed to kill me) So, for the next three days or what have you of school, we're going to stop whatever little trist we have. This is mostly difficult for me because I really like Andy. A lot. The worst part is seeing him around his ex-girlfriend. They may just be friends, they may not. Either way. It's like my heart gets sort of tweaked out of rhythm for a second or two. Not the mention the whole "going to kick my ass" situation. I'm still a little scared that Andy's ex-girlfriend and her friends will stage a mutiny against him and beat me up.

Anyway, this NaBloPoMo thing is two more days from being over and I must say, I'm a little choked up. I liked having an excuse to blog every day. If I could, I'd post every day. Sometimes there are just a lot of words and not enough days to write them all. But that must be the axiom of blogging.

I used to find myself saving up stories and introspections so I could have one or two really compelling posts every week. But after this particular month, I think I'm going to do less of that and more of finding a way to make mundane stories at least sort of kind of intriguing. I think it's funny that I say that, since I'm the one with confidence issues. Hrm.

I'm glad this week's almost over. I want to pull my hair out.