The Normal Exception part 2

    This post has to do with things that happened recently, as in over Christmas break. Without further delay, the story.....


    During the same semester I meet the guy who was going to be my first boyfriend, I also had class with a guy who would end up being one of my closest friend and introduce me to others who I would become friends with. If you were to ask him - M. - he'd say that I was cold and standoffish, but really I was just shy. M. wouldn't leave me alone, to which I'm grateful for, and we became friends because of it. It became the norm for M. to have bonfires and I would meet a few of his other friends and the guy I'd one day have a crush on. But that doesn't matter right now, what does is the fact that over Christmas break he came home from college and we started hanging out again.
    Of course I was extremely happy, I got to see a good friend and have some fun hanging out with him. Well before Christmas he had one of his bonfires and it was good and all but I met a girl that I learned later had a thing for our other friend T. - yes the same guy M. was trying to set me up with earlier in the year. To me, she gave of a little bit of a psycho vibe. Anyway, I had brought two other friends of mine who had been invited over and sadly we had to leave early because of one.
    I didn't get a chance to see my friends again really until M. called me one day saying he wanted to throw a New Years party in my apartments' clubhouse. I didn't care and it gave me a chance to see at least some of the others again. Well before everyone got there I found out from M. that the girl who gave off the psycho vibe and T. had a make out session in which the girl started telling T. what to do.

   Just to give you some side information, T. is somewhat timid/unsure around strong willed women and he definitely doesn't want to be told what to do.

    So after that happened he immediately ended things with her and never wanted to see her again. I was only too happy because that meant she wouldn't be coming to the New Years party.
    As the night went on, it went from good and fun to bad because of some other tenants, but I'm not going into that. After midnight people started to head home, and T. took the chance to kiss me saying he wasn't sure if he wanted to date me or not and it would help him figure it out. Initially I was happy, I mean it could mean that something could happen between us right? But once again in the sad story of my love life, he never mentioned it again and I got tired of waiting, so I just gave up and moved passed him.
     With everything happening, Christmas break ended and I became closer friends with the girl M. was trying to get with and M. and T. went back to their college lives.

The Normal Exception part 1

    As I've said before, my life is pretty normal with nothing too exciting. Well you could say that the last year hasn't counted, and I don't mean the last school year or 2014, but the 365 calendar days. At the beginning of the second semester last year I meet a guy who I thought was nice and interesting. Needless to say he wasn't what I thought he was.


   I should have know better when I found out that during rehearsals for the school musicals he was telling everyone we were dating when we were actually just talking in my mind, he was the first guy that'd become my boyfriend, but that comes later. So he was telling others this, later on he finally got the guts to actually ask me on a date. Nothing too big, just dinner and then going to see a movie. I'll never forget his theory on movie dates, always go to the movie first then dinner, that way if conversation ends you can talk about the movie. Anyway, things went okay and the entire time we were together I knew he wanted to join the Army and I figured, "Hey what can I do to stop him?" At one point we broke up and got back together less than a week later. I don't really remember why we broke up, something along the lines that he was pressuring me to have sex - without straight out saying it mind you - he was dealing and doing drugs, he had family crap he wasn't ready to face yet tried to make me do exactly that, and he just 'wasn't sure he wanted a relationship' right then. After we got back together I thought it was going to be better, so while my mother helped with the seniors' Project Graduation night, I secretly invited him over. Again he tried to get me to do stuff, only this time I was asleep - well half way, enough to know what he was doing, but not enough to stop him - and yes girls that is considered rape. That was close to the very end of the school year and he would be leaving soon for basic training with the Army. Once again we were near breaking up, and like the stupid teenage girl in her first real relationship, I didn't want it to end. But he did have to leave and we weren't at a good point in the relationship when he did.
     That summer I travel out of the country, meaning the only way I could talk to others was over the internet and Facebook. During that time I can to the realization, I didn't care if we talked or not, I didn't even want to be bothered by him. I was more focused on my friendship with the girl I consider a sister and my other friends, not him. With my new knowledge I traveled back home knowing that as soon as I could talk to him, I had to end it.
    At the same time I had a couple of friends who had graduated the year before and were now in college. One of these friends was determined to set me up with one of our other friends - T. So I started talking to T. and suddenly one day I got a call from my so called boyfriend, at which point I ended it - though I never really meant to over the phone but I was just so ready to be done with him! The same day T. asked me out and all we really did was talk since neither of us had the time to see each other let alone hang out so it didn't really go anywhere.

    And that my lovely readers was how my first and only, at this point, relationship began and ended. Because we still go to the same school and have some friends in common I have found out that in his latest relationship he got one of my friends pregnant (she miscarried), cheated on her with a freshman, could now be considered a petifile due to his age, and who the hell knows what else now.


    So this has been part one, ready for the rest heehee?

The Beginning

     So this is going, hopefully, to be a somewhat journal of my life, thoughts, experiences, and so on. Let's begin, my name is Allie and this is my story....

     Most of my days are pretty normal and boring. I'm a high school student - yeah I'm not telling the internet where - in my senior year. I'm finally getting out of one of the places I sometimes consider hell. And in the spirit of being completely honest, I battle with depression that comes and goes, though recently it has been coming more and more often. To help move past it I listen to music - mostly to Fall Out Boy (FOB) and other rock bands/songs - read, and talk to my friends. Not everyone knows what it's like and even my closest friends don't know what I'm going through. But on to better things right...?

     Since I was in middle school reading, books, and writing have been such a major part of my life. For a while I thought I was going to be a novelist, but I had to face the reality that I just couldn't sit down and focus like I would need to in order to write novels. So my focus changed direction to journalism and later on photography. At this point I have set the goal to go to college to become a photojournalist. However I didn't know much more beyond that, which leads me on to my next point. For my birthday this year (eighteen guys!) I got tickets to see FOB in concert this July and it got me thinking. Music, writing, traveling and even photography are each major parts of my life and what makes me who I am as a person, why not find a way to combine them? And so bringing this long story to a close, I want to be the person that travels with bands taking their pictures and writing for them or write for a magazine like - just to throw it out there - Rolling Stone and interview bands and things. 

     Just like any teen, I'm not completely sure what I want to do, I have an idea but not a whole lot more than that. Each person has a journey they have to travel, some don't go far while others do. I'm not sure which category I'm in either, I'll just have to travel the one live gives me.

   If you happen across my blog and have an questions, feel free to ask or even if you just want to talk. I just might be able to understand better than you think.