Category Archive
The following is a list of all entries from the Good Times category.
Bliss
Bliss is when one kiss makes your heart race and your fingertips tingle.
Bliss is when being in his arms is enough
to make you sigh, close your eyes and smile like a fool.
Bliss is when you can lay next to him saying nothing until your breath
slows, you eyes close, and the two of you drift into a sweet, peaceful sleep.
Bliss is when the look in his eyes says so much more than any words can.
Bliss is when you fall for him even more with every touch of his hand, every kiss, and every amazing moment spent with him.
Bliss is sweet, honest, care-free, naive teenage love.
-Stupid Girl
Happy Again Today
I haven’t been happy this many days in a row in a long time. I feel so great. There’s still a little bit of drama, but it’s not much.
Last night I made a new friend. I made friends with a girl that I thought hated me; she thought I hated her too. She texted D. though and asked him to ask me if I would go over there to talk to her, but I had his phone so I texted her back. I went and talked to her, and it turns out it was all a big misunderstanding. The problems we’d had with eachother, was because of people telling us both lies, trying to make us hate eachother. But, we’re friends now.
On another note, D. and I are together. 
It’s great. I really like him alot, and he’s really sweet. It feels weird having his class ring on a chain around my neck. I’m so used to the other necklace I’d been wearing for so long, but last night Brandon got that necklace back.
12 days and counting…
All Snow Days Used
We had only 3 snow days built in this year. It seems that we always need one more than we have. So, we had to come back to school today, even though only one other town that’s within 45 minutes of us went back.
Little P. is out of school today, and T. wanted me to come over. Now, I have to wait until 7:00 to go over there. But, oh well, I’m just glad that not only does he not hate me anymore, but he asked me to come over.
I’ll be going to see D. first, though. It’s sad that T. and K. can’t know that D. and I are still friends. 
But, its ok.
B. has a date Sunday. We broke up Saturday a little after I got to work, and by the time I was ready to clock out only 6 hours later, he’d already asked someone out. Now, who’s the hypocrite? He got mad at me for dating a day after we broke up, yet when the next break up came he waited 6 hours to my 24? Jerk.
We’re over that now .
