I'm a fleabit peanut monkey

There's a huge part of me right now that's telling me that he was never even worth being nervous over, not worth any wasted heartbeats that may have been spared during the time we didn't talk. It could've been worse: I could've had to wait 8 months, like with the last boy that came along, but I just hate, in this case, that I had to realize he was a boy so soon. At first I was disappointed, and then really pissed off. But now, I can honestly say that I'm sad. I'm Isabel. I'm not supposed to be even fazed by these sorts of things in the least but for some reason, I think I am. I can't even imagine what I could've done wrong.. but then again, I suppose it may be possible that I'm blowing this thing up into something much more massive than what it is, or at least than what he believes it to be. Maybe he doesn't realize that I'm not a girl who's going to be waiting on him hand and foot simply for the fact that I want him to stay with me, but then maybe it's my own fault for accepting. It's true, we hardly knew each other, but as a girl you always want to think that HE's different and HE won't be like all the others, and then you come crashing down to the reality that boys will be boys. And sometimes, you've forgotten it, and you're so oblivious that when it finally comes to you it hurts. And you can't understand why you're surprised, and you feel so naive for not thinking that he'd be just the same as every one of them in one way or another. There is no 'perfect', and sometimes the girl in you just hinders your vision and you fail to see this. But how can I help it? For crying out loud, he likes the Seeds! He's the first boy who's made me so giddy and so happy only to turn around and be a boy. I just don't know.. have I DONE something? He's walking a tight rope as it is, considering the fact that I don't know him from any other guy, obviously--I didn't have any wrong impressions of him, but only because I have none. I discovered earlier that prejudging someone and placing them on the highest pedistol will only lead to disappointment and not much else, if anything. I also don't know why this has bothered me so much--nothing ever bothers me this much, especially not boys. Anyone who's ever heard me speak will tell you that, and it doesn't need to be reassured. The point is I can't believe it's happened this early; two days and the games have begun.

Fuck that. I'm taking the lead. And the point is.. you just don't fuck with a girl who's pms-ing.

//hearing: The Beatles - All You Need Is Love
//thinking: O_o

Lemme make this clear.

Robert Plant has nothing to do with the recording, writing, production or other matters dealing with the song "Do You Feel Like We Do" by Peter Frampton."

I mean, they both have curly blond hair, but that's, like, it.

Weirdos.