We treat mishaps like sinking ships.

Well this past week was definitely something out of the ordinary. I met this boy, randomly. Extremely randomly, he needed a ride home and the good samaritan I am just gave it to him. He was cute and rebellious and I my hormones took over. Every day I picked him up and we would do something completely out of the normal and I really enjoyed it. Turns out he clearly just wasn't for me. I'm very vulnerable lately and since every time I kiss or do anything with a boy then become very apathetic towards it afterwards I find it rather strange that I actually sort of developed a crush on him. Maybe it was his kisses on my forehead or maybe it was his extreme good looks that kept me coming back for more. It seems to be the trend lately. I talk and flirt and spend my time talking to these kids who are not good for me. What I really need is just a down to earth kid to waste my time with and someone who will share their heart with me, not their sexuality. Anyway so I don't think I'll be talking to him much anymore especially after I ripped him a new one and he knew he deserved it. It makes me look at my past and realize maybe "he" wasn't as much of an asshole as I thought he was. The only person who ever loved me and meant it. I would go back to all that in a heart beat and just do things differently this time. I know I'll meet someone new who is right for me but until then I need to break this habitual stream of bad things that I keep doing. Smoking is first on that list. Speaking of. I was reading a whole big article of how people look down on Obama for smoking. I find it rather interesting because it shows hes human and real just like the average American even though he is our countrys leader. I came across these pictures of Obama In 1980, when Obama was a freshman at Occidental College in Los Angeles, he was approached by an aspiring photographer named Lisa Jack, who asked him if he would be willing to pose for some black and white photographs that she could use in her portfolio.