No, RF, not Valentine's Day...

When I last blogged I was feeling rather content with the RockerFella situation, but now... I thought he'd established he was The Rebound from Knight, but evidently he doesn't because boys just don't take much effort to talk to a gal unless he thinks he'll get somewhere... RF is no exception - he has now asked me twice to go out with him on Vday but I am ADAMANT - Vday shall be awesome and spent with Awesome (punny!!) and I actually can't wait for this chick-flick-a-thon. Motherbrudda, why cant RF just understand N-O- !!
Am I being harsh? Yes, of course I am - that wasn't a rhetorical question! The severe truth of it is that Knight is gone and Magic-slit-your-wrists-FM just depresses me beyond reason, yet I continue to listen to it... I need to mourn to get closure.
That's it! CLOSURE. I have no closure from Knight, so there are just so many unanswered questions and so much confusion.
He gives me vague replies, if he replies, and has ignored my declaration of love, and even ignored Awesome's drunkcall to his phone to tell him I love him (she's such a babe!). I know he no longer fancies me but I just can't move on! Not from him.
I mean, what if he was The One. I never laugh as much with any guy as with him; he pays for lunch and cinema; he's bloody hilarious; he has a Kiwi accent; he's just awesome...
And I've fucked up.
Well, enough of the plans to get mans and ploys to get boys.
Here's what we're going to do: we shall send Knight the link to this site and then he'll understand.
Except - oooooo - don't I say I want to marry him and have his kids at some point?! That was HYPERBOLE not truth...of course...
And, also, I still have his engraved plectrum from his 16th birthday.
FML.
Keep you posted,
Grammar Gal

Poor RockerFella (a.k.a. RF)

It's official: I'm a horrible person. I've always had some inclination of this, but here is a clear case example of this. I've agreed to go out with RF (not sure if it's a date) even though I never have and never will fancy him.
I felt godawful about therefore agreeing to this, but it's about time I went on a date for god's sake! And, besides, he now knows the whole Knight situation so it's all OK. Stop judging me! Or, if you're judging me then please remember that my iPod's "Most Played" Playlist presently consists of "It must have been love [but it's over now]", "Need you now", "[I've had] the time of my life" and "The One That Got Away".
Yeah, that's right! Pathetic Person Number One is sitting right here...
The only redeeming quality is Valentines Day - for once it shan't be spent watching Titanic and drowning in Ben + Jerry's. This year Awsome and I are having a film fest = Brilliant plan :')

So, yeah, take that and stick it up your arse Knight! OK, you may think I'm being a little harsh on the fella who is after all "busy" but, guys, it takes 2 minutes to answer a text. He's just moved on to bigger and better things. Year 12 girls, cool kids who hav done their GCSEs and don't still play on their DS's for pleasure and to whom the idea of getting high isn't laughable...

Grammar Gal x

Cringe

I don't really know where to start... Last night, under instruction from Awesome, I texted Knight and apologised for rejecting him and for being the reason our friendship is deteriorating. He then told me our friendship is failing (See! It's not just me being paranoid - it's a fact!) because he's busy and doesn't have time to meet up with me, since we live so far away from each other and rarely see each other. He referred to me as an "old friend" - that sounds pretty final, don't you think? As if he wants to keep me in the past...
He also told me it isn't my fault our friendship is failing. To which I replied that I still meant my apology and (major cringe, as in I am on the floor cringing and dying inside) that I miss him (yeahfhjejvfbejv)

Surprise, surprise, he hasn't replied.

This absence from him originally made my heart grow fonder, but how can you fancy someone who you don't talk to any more? I miss how we used to be, but it seems like that's pretty much turned to shit.

No idea what to do, shall have to rely on Awesome hopefully telling me [HINT]

On a happier note, I've just walked around my block, trespassed private property, realised I have some fitt neighbours and taken a zillion pictures. Overall, a great morning. Oh, and I got a temporary tattoo - I feel so...badass :L

Keep you posted,
Grammar Gal

The volta...

If my relationship with Knight was a sonnet, then last night was the volta. Despite my plan to get him out of my mind, I found myself listening to Magic FM in my onesie. Now, that is pathetic with a capital P...

That made me realise that I was being stupid and need to just move the fuck on. A brief conversation with Awesome confirmed her opinion mirroring mine. I mean, I have often fancied myself to be in love; in year 7 I wrote a song for a boy (Beaver...*shudders*...), in yr 8 I moped around for centuries over Prince and here we are in Yr 11 writing sonnets over Knight... Enough is enough!
So, starting today is the volta of this relationship. If he wants me he can call me, if not then fuck him (metaphorically speaking, of course, otherwise that would defeat the whole purpose of this rant..!).

Moving swiftly on...

Today I BAKED. Well, I'm not sure if it's called baking if you're just stirring pasta in a pot but STILL it's pretty exciting stuff :') That's the first thing I ever made, unless you count the microwaved chocolate (mmmm - it's so simple to make - you just stick some chocolate in a bowl in your microwave, turn it on, leave in 30-60secs and take it out, where it's all melted and yummy) and I feel like a Domestic Goddess.
Besides, who needs a Knight when you can have a Kit-Kat? Speaking of which, I am in the middle of devouring a box of them as we speak. Nom.

On another note, mes parents (sneaky bit of French in there...) have booked for my sister and I to go to New York together. I am beyond excitement. I am...overwhelmed. As in, I'm contemplating building a time machine just so I can go there now. Tiffany's, Fifth Avenue, Statue of Liberty, Central Park - I literally cannot wait!

Keep you posted,
Grammar Gal

As you can tell, this was rushed..!

Some people say that when someone's in love it gives them a glow that makes them a pleasure to be around. From my experience, this is completely false. The lovelorn heroine usually feels like shit. Let's not sugar-coat it.
Possible symptoms of being in love may include:
A. Planning your childrens' names.
B. Planning your ideal Valentine's Day meal.
C. Not being able to use your brain without thinking about them.
D. Referring to them as a "bastard" due to frustration..
E. You write a sonnet/poem...

Oh, the tragic moment where you've ticked all them boxes. It's ridiculous. I want to cry and laugh simultaneously... I am an actual state.Just listening to "Wherever you will go" makes me feel godawful..!

Plan Of Action: get a grip.
Terms of this Clause:
- Stop listening to Magic FM (excluding Valentine's Day - I mean, it's a tradition!)
- Well, I'd say I'd delete him from my phonebook but I've memorised it...

Keep you posted
xxx

The plan takes a turn for the sour side

NO NO NO NO NO Ack! It's all gone horribly wrong. Here I am getting into the mood to get Knight but then BAM! I see him on Facebook with girls posting on his wall and him being in their profile picture and... agga-agga-agga!!
Then I started remembering those events which passed over the last couple of days (including me saying that infamous rhyme "Okedoke..." and enquiring not once, not twice, but FOUR TIMES about the weather, to which he replied once.
I woke up feeling nostalgic this morning, for the times I used to wake up to a message from him about what the weather was like today, and so I sent him one and he DIDN'T REPLY that callous BASTARD -.-
At times like these, it's great to say "Oooh well f*ck you" and come up with a biting reply and move on to one of the line of suitors under one's power. However, no one is standing in my line. What's a girl to do now?!!

SOS, in desperate need of a Knight with Shining Abercrombie and Fitch, as opposed to a Knight who's not prepared to fight for his damsel in distress D:

If you know anyone that fits this description then you know where to find me.. ;)
But, if not, then I will have to resort to finding a playlist to listen to this Valentines Day and it shall consist of Sad FM (e.g. Magic) and I shall spend the day all alone in my room.
*cries*
OR, I could go out. But with who? And where?! Hmmmm....

Grammar Gal

Hippie Chick feeling lovesick...

Right, first thing's first. Afro has lost his allure due to events of last night. Last night I thought I'd have a random conversation with him but, alas, we have nothing in common (except for a mutual friend - but there's only so much you can say about them) and conversation was therefore awkward. Therefore, it's time to move on from thinking he's Sex On Legs (which he is, but then all of the Rat Pack are...) and to focus my attentions on Knight, as Awesome hinted today.

However, I first have to accept that Knight no longer feels anything like that towards me, so I have 2 options:

A. Forget him and move on after all I've read He's Just Not That Into You and this is definitely the perfect scenario...

B. Somehow work my way back into his affections and then ask that motherbrudda out!

And this time, I'm choosing option B. Because letting Knight go is the trickiest thing ever, and I think we should just go out now - Give Love A Try as Nick Jonas would sing (oh dear, Jonas reference...). 

Now we've settled this, the next topic of interest is RockerFella. What to do... He seems nice and all, but he's not my type and I'm feeling the vibe that he thinks I fancy him (after all I have agreed to meet up with him...alone - and apparently that means it's a date..?!!). Then again, I don't want to cut him loose... We shall just play it casual there. Good plan.

Then again, it's almost Valentine's Day and this year I'd like a date for once (unless you count Beaver, my year 7 'beau').