Ripped Jeans and a (Semi)Broken Heart
Mood:  don't ask
Today, I ripped my jeans and they actually look good! Seeing as I am a self-proclaimed failure at "updating" my own clothes (I have ruined many a tee shirt in my day), in my eyes, this is almost a miracle. However, one thing did come as an unpleasant surprise; Carson from 'Queer Eye,' from whom I got the inspiration to rip my jeans, suggested using a cheese grater (yes, a cheese grater, straight out of the kitchen). Well, I tried it, and it didn't work. So instead, I used scissors - and they did a much, much better job than the cheese grater ever would have done. In case you're curious, here's how one should go about strategically ripping a pair of jeans:

What you need:
1. Scissors (don't worry if they're not fabric scissors)
2. Jeans (duh). Preferably tight ones, but that's up to you.

How to:
1. First, you open up the scissors.
2. Literally scratch them (hard) onto the surface of the jeans, wherever you want to.
3. Enjoy.

Okay. Now on to the serious shit. My boyfriend, Anthony, went out of town Saturday. Today is Monday. He hasn't called - not even once. I called him yesterday, twice. And no, I did not leave a bitchy message, I left a nice, sweet, simple message telling him "hi" and "I hope you're having a good time," among a few other nice, friendly things. I probably have no reason to be upset...but I am! Anyway, I'll just try and forget about it - or should I? Omigod, ANYWAY, this boy has been driving me to distraction. Here's what:

1. He doesn't love, he told me so. Actually, he told me, "When I do love you, I'll tell you." Fine, I said. But now I'm starting to think he never will. (Oh well, at least he's not bullshitting me.)

2. Sometimes I really have a feeling he's fucking around on me. Hey, I may be wrong - I sure hope so - but the feeling never seems to completely go away. I know he used to be a big player type before he dated me, and he was kinda known for messing with girls around, oh, 15 years old. He'll be 21 in December.

3. He's leaving for the army September 28 (he'll be in South Carolina, about, oh, 5 states away), and then he'll be leaving for Italy for four years. So I guess it'll be "game over' by then, huh? Whoopdee-fuckin-doo.

4. I feel like we've already broken up. And it sucks ASS.

However, boys and girls, I will be leaving for college around the beginning of September. And from what people keep telling me, I won't want a boyfriend by the time I get there (hehehe)