_______ xbella ;;

[edit] I want to purchase another domain.  I need suggestions for domain registration and hosting sites.  Something cheap, because I’m beyond broke.[/edit]

So I have been MIA since May. My last post was about a boy that I thought was amazing. Well he was, for two months. Then he turned into a j e r k. He said things were moving too fast, and that he go scared, and that he didn’t want to screw things up for me. He was the one that pushed too fast – wanted me to stay at his house all the time, wanted to see me every day, but I was the one that pushed too hard? Pfft. We fought like crazy for the first couple weeks after we broke up. I met a lot of new people through him and I became really good friends with most of them. He tried to tell me that I couldn’t hang out with them because they were his friends. Fuck him. His friends picked M Y side. They told him throwing me out was the b i g g e s t mistake he would ever make. Anyway, we eventually got to the point where we could stand eachother to make it easier with the whole mutual friends thing. So we’re friends. He doesn’t come around much anymore.

I met a new boy. A country boy. The farmer’s son. He’s perfect. He’s a hard worker, he is incredibly old fashioned. We met through mutual friends. We hung out at parties and stuff, then he asked me out on a date. Dinner and a movie. I’ve never gone on a date before. I mean, I went out to dinner and stuff with boys who were already my boyfriend, but never before. It was nice. We went on a couple of dates, and we made it official on September 17. He always opens the doors for me. He’s the country boy that this country girl needs.

When Nick (the ex) found out I was hanging out with Zach (the new boy) before we actually started dating, he freaked. Started texting me all the time, calling me, talking to me on msn, facebook messages. He kept filling my head with the “I miss you.” “I made a huge mistake.” “Baby I need you.” I almost gave in. I’m glad I didn’t. I still miss Nick, but I’ll get over it eventually. I think its sad that he realizes now that he made a mistake, all out of jealousy.

I worked my ass off all summer, Monday – Friday, 9 – 5. I hung out with all of my friends every single night of the summer. We got ourselves in trouble on a very regular basis. We hang out at this place called Blockhouse Island. Its a big parking lot, and then a little tiny circular road that goes by the water. Most people my age hang out there. Lots of drama with girls that hate me this summer. I hate girl drama – but it flocks to me. I’m apparently a slut because I have mostly guy friends. I HATE being labled like that. But people don’t understand, I’m ONE of the guys. I should’ve been born a boy! Haha. I’m serious.

I went to NYC again this year, in July, with my Mom. It was lots of fun. I spent too much money of course.

I moved! To Kingston. I live in a sweet house about two minutes from my college with one girl. My 20yr old landlord lives in my basement. He’s cool though. Living on my own again is awesome, but I miss seeing my friends every day. I’m only a part-time student this semester, and I’m only in class on tuesdays, wednesdays, and thursdays. So i go home to my parents house every Thursday night and come back to Kingston on Monday nights. I’m working at the law firm friday-sunday.

This past weekend was the North Augusta Mud Bogs. Camping in October is stupid, I’m incredibly sick now, but it was so worth it. Lots of beer, mud, and fire. My three favourite things. Plus, all my friends were there. It was great. We went out on friday night, and set our campsite up. No events go on Fridays, so its just a night to party. And did we party. I was still feeling drunk when I was woke up at 8:30 in the morning to cook breakfast on saturday. Best way to fix that problem? Have a beer for breakfast! I was drunk by noon. I guess I met a bunch of people, because I had a ton of people add me to facebook. Do I remember talking to them at the bogs? Nope. But they remember me. The muddy girl who always had a beer in her hand. Sometimes two. I was surprised at myself that day. I started drinking at 9am, and didn’t stop until midnight. That’s fifteen hours of drinking. And I wasn’t hungover on Sunday.

The last run through the mud on Sunday was the worst. Wade got his truck stuck, and by stuck, I mean buried. Four trucks were chained together, and they couldn’t even budge Wade’s truck. After an hour of trying, we had to get a bulldozer to come pull him out. Buddy driving the dozer was a jerk, and wasn’t careful at all. He snapped the Reese hitch right off the truck, and then when he started pulling, he just about pulled the truck sideways and it almost flipped. He blew the bead on the tire. We didn’t realize this until we were all loaded and ready to leave. The guys tried everything to get the tire switched, but we couldn’t get the lugnuts loose. We eventually called C.A.A. and they came out and changed the tire for us. We left, got halfway down the road, and the tired was ON FIRE. The hub and the rear bearing are absolutely fucked on his truck. $400 worth of damage for two days of fun.

Anyway, I’ve uploaded a few pictures of the Mud Bogs to flickr, so check them out!

I am a l i v e.
Just had a very very busy summer.
I’ll fill everyone in later.
Ohlush.net expires in a couple of days.
Once I get some money, I’ll put together something new, but for now, I’ll be here.