So today was volunteering at the horse thing again and I was EXCITED because Thursday is the day I get to work with cowboy. (if you have no clue what I'm talking about, read back a few posts.)but if you read the title, you will know something HORRIBLE happened.
They took my cowboy.
Yep, thats right, they went and assigned him to a different horse and person. So not only did I not have my cowboy to look at dreamily over the horse, but I had to side walk alone, with a girl who descided it sounded like fun to sliiiiiiiide over on the saddle. I really, really needed him. But the instructor stepped in so I had another side walker with me, but it wasn't the same.
But before class started, I did get some Jess-cowboy time. I was standing there again, alone, confused. Sad. And he comes up and goes "Can you get the number nine stirrups for me?" *DAZZLING SMILE THAT KNOCKED THE WIND OUT OF ME FOR A SECOND* So I had to learn to breath again and realize that he was asking my to help him tack the horse, inside the stall. With him. And so I go "Yeah, sure." and scurry off to get the stirrups.
And of corse I stood there like an idiot waiting for him with the stirrups because i couldn't remember where to put them. (it ended up being that i was supposed to set them on the ground.) and then he goes "Oh, I forgot the blue tack box." *DAZZLE* "Can you go get it?" me: *MELT* "Whu-? Oh, yeah, sure." Scurry.
And we continued on like that until the horse was tacked and I went to warm him up white cowboy tacked another horse. So I had a good time in the end. I guess.
BUT- in BIGGER news. The person who I am currently in love with (and who despises me. funny how it works like that) is away in another country, on another continent. And today I realised that I am getting nowhere fast wishing he would just love me again (he did for a while. those were good days.)and I need to get over him and just accept that all we can be is friends. Pretty good for something I thought up at 4 in the morning, huh?
Anything interesting happen to you today?
EDIT: I just did a super internet stalker thing and looked cowboy up on myspace. He's 21 (way too old AND illigal). Sigh. Not that it crushes my frail dreams or anything. No, but really, it's just a bummer. But hey, I still have eye candy on thursdays.
1 comment:
Happy Saturday, sorry I didn't read this before :c
& I'm sorry they switched CB to another horse/person! That sucks!
At least you got help, though. I mean, despite the fact that you weren't assisted by an attractive guy who knew what he was doing, at least you weren't alone in it, right?
I really want some ice cream.
Anyways.
Don't you just love boys sometimes? No other creature on the planet could make me feel as nauseated or extremely gleeful with just a smile or something as a boy. Not rabbits, not grandparents, not trees.
& I'm sorry about the person you love is.. Both really far away & not working out for you. Moving on sounds like good advice, even though it's hard & takes tons of willpower.
But fortunately for you, it's not like you can see him & fall back in love with him, right?
There was this guy I liked for 7 months or so, & they were the most horrible 7 months ever because I couldn't talk to him [I'm shy & he's popular, so there are always tons of people around him] & when I did it make me happy but I would over think it & wonder why the heck I said what I said & why I didn't say something else a- yeah.
So I decided one day that I was sick of crying over him, & I stopped liking him.
For a while.
I kept seeing him on Sundays, because he went to my church.
& I would keep seeing him doing sweet things, or I would see him in a shirt that looked really good on him or something, & after a while I started liking him again.
& I still do.
T_T
But at least you don't have something like that c: That's good.
21 now, but when you're 18 & not illegal, he'll only be 23 or so c:
I cleaned my room, tried to find good music, ate dinner, came online to find tons of my Internet friends falling apart, & craved ice cream.
I'm so sick of society making people feel fat if they're not a size -4. I'm gonna go downstairs & eat ice cream, & not feel bad about it.
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