College and Boys
So I have been formally accepted to the U of O now, and I have also put in a request to live in the residency halls. I'm pretty excited about that.
So the weirest thing happened with the guy I was dating. He said he didn't want to be in a relationship and I was really really really really broken up about it. But then I went over to his house (he's a great guy and I really wanted to still be friends with him) and it was almost like nothing had changed. I even asked him what kind of relationship he wasn't ready for (he said he wasn't ready to be in a relationship when he broke up with me) and he said that he didn't know. He also feed me all these lies about turning 18 soon and needing to find a job and a place to live and just growing up and being respoinsible and all that and he hasn't done any of that. So I'm upset about that, but also because I just really miss him. He doesn't call me as much and he rarely ever has time for me and well...I'm pathetic. Really, I am. And I know it. But he's all I think about and well...yeah. He also said that next year I was going to go away to college and he was going to be staying here, but it's only a three hour drive and I'd be home on weekends and holidays and...so finally he said that he wasn't happy with our relationship. So I locked myself in my room for about the entire weekend and cried. And then I felt so much better and I talked to him and...yeah. That really is all a mess. I don't know what to do about any of this. Ahhh... well I have two papers to write, a book to read and a whole bunch of stuff to do for the Mock Trials. So, until next time!
~Whatsername007~
Woes of a 17 year old girl
Ahh...
X-Files 2!!!!!!!
The Things We Forget
This is not only the name of the book that I am working on (It's not a real book. I have to do a senior project to graduate so I'm putting together a book of my short stories and it looks really awesome!!) but this is also the name of my blog. No it is not the blog of some whiny girl who thinks she's all that and blah, blah, blah (yes, blah, blah, blah) But I have been posting some of my short stories that do not fit under any certain category.
By that I mean they aren't fanfic. Some of the stories are going to be "published" in my book. They are actually pretty good. Now the problem is that no one has found my blog. My cousin told me that in order to get people to notice my blog I have to find ones like mine and comment on them...but I can't find anything!! So...if anyone is interested, you know...if you have a few moments to spare go to my blog: http://madelinejacy.blogspot.com/
Here is one of my stories (It's short but get's the point across)
Bliss
Carlton groped at the small table looking for support, but all he got was more of a push. It seemed to take hours for him to fall to the ground and when he finally did hit he landed on his shoulder. A blinding pain shot through his arm then finally settled in his shoulder. He tried to lift up his head and look around the room but he was too tired to move. The alcohol in his system was not helping him in any way, but it was too late for regrets. The room was spinning and he felt his mind beginning to slip away. He wished that there was someone there to help him. Even if all they did was carry him back to his bed he'd be happy. The floor was cold and uncomfortable but the booze coursing through his body had taken away his ability to control his body. This all went back to Juliet, if she had just stayed a little but longer then he wouldn't have felt so lonely. It was this feeling of loneliness that had driven him to pick up the bottle. He was tired of being alone, and the alcohol stifled this dreadful feeling.Carlton's eyes felt heavy and he struggled to keep them open. After a long battle he finally gave in and allowed the darkness to engulf him. When he woke up it would all come back, but for the moment he was free. As he slipped into peaceful oblivion his head stopped throbbing, his shoulder stopped hurting and his heart no longer ached.


