Meh metalhead bf

I have a boyfriend nao ^.^

I was pretty good friends with this guy named Ted, and we had a bunch of classes and stuff, but anyone who knows him knows that he's either really~ quiet or really~ loud and spastic, and I'm pretty sure no one could imagine him in a relationship. But anyway, Awhile ago I got a facebook so that I wouldn't have to look up my homework all the time, I could just ask someone, and he happened to have one as well, so the other day we were talking on facebook chat and this is how it went:

Ted: Should I say it?
Me: Say what?
Ted: Ah fuck.
I love you, will you go out with me?
Me: wait...seriously?
Ted: Ja
Me: Hellz yeah
Ted: yayyyyy
Me: YAYYYY
Ted: you're the first person I've ever loved.
Me: aww, you've got me blushing
Ted: Same, and my hands are shaking.

Romantic I know. He's really sweet, and he's called me 1-2 times a day since then, and he says "love you" before he hangs up...I'm really happy...and my parents can't complain 'cause he gets straight A's and told my insane aunt that he's be good to me...it was weird.

Crazy aunt: BE GOOD TO MADELINE!!
Ted: Okay, I'll be good to her.

Fear the strength of badass guitar kids.

SO, I got talked into going to recycling club today and I dragged Arty with me for the hell of it, and it happened to be a high school detention day, so all of the high schoolers were setting fires in the hallways and pulling the fire alarms...so after that stopped we went to the high school counselors office to pick up their box of recycledable shit and the box is stuffed...like...splitting at the seams. So we're dragging this box of stuff across the room and its super heavy and we're going slower than a blind snail with crutches, we finally get through the door and...

It completely falls apart.

All I can say is thank god there was a bag in there. But now we've got even more of a problem, 'cause at least the box had handles and then Trajan shows up. He's like "you guys need some help?" And we're like "...that'd be nice" so he walks over and PICKS UP THE ENTIRE FUCKING BAG WITH ONE HAND!!

Holy shit.

We were like "...wow...you're really strong..." and you know what he says to this?? "Yeah, I jack off with my left hand."

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Is this relevent? I was like "Kay, I didn't need to know that." And he just says, "you didn't, but I told you anyway."

>.< Guys need to find something else to think about all day.

To glucosify, or not to glucosify

So for Easter, my mom got gobstoppers and stuck them in Easter eggs for the Easter egg hunt we do with our next door neighbors (I have a 7 year old sister). And I happened to get like...all the eggs with gobstoppers, s owhen we were done I put them all in a platic bag and put it on the desk that the computers on. Well, as you can imagine, I'm on the computer a lot, so when I see the bag there and my hand just kinda...ends up putting a gobstopper in my mouth...

ANYWAYZ~ The result is a perpetual sugar high, which has disrupted my failure of a sleeping pattern...I dunno how much longer I can go without collapsing.