Teen Love- Fact or Fiction?

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I’ll start by saying I’m certainly no expert in love. As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, I don’t date. Quite frankly, I don’t mesh well with high school boys. They call me ‘hypersensitive’ and I call them irritating pricks. I’m not a biyatch-most times, anyway- I just have a tendency to tell you if your annoying me.

Before I go off into a tangent….

Teen love. Does it truly exist? Is love different for adults than it is for us emotional, hormonal teenagers?

Probably.

You see, we live in this fantasy that one day our night in shining armor will sweep us off our feet and away from our droll lives. We still haven’t faced the reality that someday we might have to be the knight, and someday that knight might be in disguise. We have crushes by the boatload, infatuations, nights were we listen to soulful music and wonder why we are so inadequate as to not have the Disney romance.

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Example 1:

My friend Katrina. We met in middle school, at the end of eighth grade. We went to different high schools, because she was a whimsical, free spirit that wanted to become a model or actress. We kept in touch, and I was updated when she went on her first date and got her first kiss from a boy named Doofus. When I met Doofus in person the day her parents were throwing her a surprise party, he seemed…okay. Not funny, witty, attractive, or any adjective to make him very special. But what did I know, right? I didn’t like the guy, and I made that pretty clear.

There relationship sped up…in a certain department. She started doing things she shouldn’t have, and her parents found out. And they called me to try to mediate her, since I’m her ‘level-headed’ friend.

Um, you haven’t seen me when I’m watching Vampire Diaries, there is nothing level-headed about that.

Anyway, she came over and told me how far she’d gone, we discussed it, and she called him while I was there and put him on speaker. The spineless SOB was worried about how his own parents were going to react and kept freaking out and blaming Katrina.

Aw, that’s surely a keeper.

Long story short, he dumped her. She started dating this other guy, Brad. She breaks up with Brad because it ‘wasn’t meant to be’. Admits she still has feelings for Doofus.

So that’s a NO in the Teen Love success rate.

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Example 2:

My childhood best friend who I still keep in touch with, Kelly. She’s been dating Paul for almost a year, and she hasn’t gone as far physically in their relationship as Katrina did in three months. He’s in some type of program that trains teens for the military at school (Not boot camp) so he’s a pretty stand-up guy. He takes care of Kelly, and he’s very protective of her. He texts her like, every hour, to check on her and sometimes make sure another guy isn’t wooing her. That’s the only thing that bugs me about him. How easily jealous he gets. But other than that, he’s a good guy.

That’s a high-five for teen love!

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Example Three: 

My friend Dana. Dana and I have had…issues in the past. Our personalities severely crash. She’s a rule-follower, letter or the law type of girl, and I live by the philosophy ‘Viva La Vida, baby!’ . Amusingly enough, she decided she didn’t want AP or Honors classes because they were taking over her life while I kept them. So why isn’t she willing to live that life to the fullest?

That’s a different rant.

Anyhow, Dana went out with this boy, George, but she broke up with him. At my house. During my sleepover. Over the phone. Apparently, there was no spark and he annoyed her. I discovered he was bisexual later, but she didn’t really believe me. So her first dating experience as a flop, to say the least.

Dana’s reserved, serious, and intellectual. She’s into art, graphic design, and she’s a math whiz. So no, she’s not much of a romantic. We’ve had endless conversations about when she got a boyfriend, and now she finally has a crush.

I’m still waiting on how that’s going to turn out, because while I don’t know the guy personally, Facebook pretty much revealed that he’s popular, out-going, party-loving…pretty much the polar opposite of Dana. That’s not to say Dana isn’t fun or doesn’t like to have fun. But there are different brands of fun.

So I’m still waiting to see how that turns out. Lemme know if you guys want me to post about it once something happens or not.

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My Opinion:

We’re all going to find love someday, in some form. I’m a romantic,  okay? I want to be swept off my feet, find a guy who can handle my many ‘quirks’ and be my shoulder to lean on. He doesn’t have to look like Alex Pettyfer or Ian Somerhalder. He just has to capture me. It should be the same for every girl, but I don’t know if that’s the case. Quite frankly, good looks don’t last. I care more if he can make me laugh ten years from now than if he has a six-pack.

But I don’t think my knight is going to be riding in until college, thankfully. For me, once I make an emotional connection with a guy-that’s it. As I mentioned, most boys annoy , or I’m indifferent to them. So here’s hoping that that won’t always be the case.

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What do you guys think? Is Teen Love Fact or Fiction? Got any advice for my friends up there? 

Leave a comment!

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There is a Butt-Naked Apparition in my Bedroom

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Butt Naked Feline Apparition

 

LOL. No, there isn’t (title) or else I wouldn’t be blogging about it; I’d be in the hospital having shock therapy administered on me. Thanks, GAC, you guys say the weirdest things. 

Point of the title: Where are you guys? 

I’m aware that WordPress is not particularly interactive, but I personally think that sucks BIG-TIME. It’s so much fun to talk and debate with people from all over the world, or even from our neck of the woods! I’m aware that I am a teenager, and yes, this may induce some adults to want to pat my head and walk away while I babble at their backs. 

Hopefully, that’s not the case here. 

I want to hear your thoughts and comments, and hey, if you want me to read or comment on a blog you feel strongly about, hit me up (I never understood that phrase, why would I want to be beaten, but whatever). 

Let’s start with this: Some of you may know the website Wattpad? Yes? Cool beans. I have a page on there, and a story that is quickly becoming my baby. It would mean the freaking WORLD to me if I could hear thoughts/ critique on it, because quite frankly, I’m not a professional writer (*cough* obviously). Here’s the website: http://www.wattpad.com/user/dramaprincess1

The story is called “Dance With Me”. No, it’s not a gritty, brilliant masterpiece that secretly belongs among the works of Edgar Allen Poe and Ralph Waldo Emerson; it’s teen fiction! 

Anyway, I hope my blog can be a place where people can interact with their opinions and thoughts. 

And learn how to curse in different languages, that’s always fun.

Dance With Me

Dance With Me

I know what you’re thinking. “She’s relentless!” 

Yup. I am. Tenacity does have it’s virtues. Dance With Me is a funny romance- and NO it’s not a chick-flick or a cliche. Sure, it’s got cliche elements-doesn’t everything in society? But there’s a darker side to this story that I think will appeal to readers, and it’s not at all about twinkly vampires and meek girls who’d I’d personally like to beat over the head with a baking pan for humiliating the female gender.

Anyway….

Here’s the intro:

“Don’t pretend that you don’t feel this, Ivy. Because if you don’t… I’ll just have to keep trying until you do.” After a nightmare of a past relationship, you’d think Ivy deserved to finish her senior year in peace. But no, that just wasn’t possible if Asher Grayson had anything to say about it. Think you’ve seen bad boys? You haven’t seen anything yet. Asher’s gone to juvie for vandalizing a strip mall, tossed a bouncer through a window, and gotten in more fights than Al Capone. And that’s on his off days. He’s rich, popular, and a heartbreaker. Definitely not who Ivy is looking for to pick up the pieces of her heart. But fate intervenes, and they need each other to graduate. How? By joining the National Dance Tournament. Asher is hiding a past that could threaten Ivy’s life, if the opinionated, nosy girl gets too close. And Ivy has a secret…a secret that shattered her soul and is coming back for more. Will they be able to protect each other from the past that haunts them? Or, will they even be able to make it to the National Dance Tournament without going at each other’s throats?

What One Hears Among the Hormonally Driven

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In all honesty, sometimes I wonder if high school is basically a glorified mating zoo. 

Being a teenager myself, I’m not as shocked as, say, a person born in the 40’s or 50’s would be. 

Typical sights:

  • A girl straddling a guy’s lap and trying to vacuum his mouth off
  • Excessive ass-grabbing
  • Red-eyed, slurring, rowdy boys (I harbor suspicions that they’re high, but they could just be extremely sleepy)
  • Breast-groping (girls and guys)
  • “exploring” (I don’t have anything against lesbians and gays, heck, I have really amazing friends that are are homosexual, I just have an issue with flagrant tonguing, whether it’s guy-girl or not)

Occasional snippets of conversation:

  • “Dude, I couldn’t get the condom off.”
  • “I wasn’t wearing a bra and the straps broke”
  • “That kid isn’t wearing underwear”
  • “Is bigger better?”
  • “He was like a jackhammer, it sucked.”
  • “Oh, I have a lot of experience”
  • “Her mom is hotter than she is.”

Those are the less gag-worthy ones, but I’ve heard many more thrown around. 

At least we know there isn’t going to be a population decrease with our generation, if you know what I mean. 

 

*Also, quick reminder, if you’re a book worm in need of a good review (yes, I’m aware there is Goodreads, but this blog is more specialized and has a broader range-or will, once I have more time to develop it) please check out my new blog, Books & Nooks! http://bookjunkieonwattpad.wordpress.com/

**And if you haven’t already, check out my Wattpad story, Dance With Me http://www.wattpad.com/story/8185451-dance-with-me

Dance With Me

Dance With Me

“Don’t pretend that you don’t feel this, Ivy. Because if you don’t… I’ll just have to keep trying until you do.” After a nightmare of a past relationship, you’d think Ivy deserved to finish her senior year in peace. But no, that just wasn’t possible if Asher Grayson had anything to say about it. Think you’ve seen bad boys? You haven’t seen anything yet. Asher’s gone to juvie for vandalizing a strip mall, tossed a bouncer through a window, and gotten in more fights than Al Capone. And that’s on his off days. He’s rich, popular, and a heartbreaker. Definitely not who Ivy is looking for to pick up the pieces of her heart. But fate intervenes, and they need each other to graduate. How? By joining the National Dance Tournament. Will Ivy be able to deal with Asher’s criminal present, and will he be able to protect her from her past that won’t go away….and himself? 
 
I’m almost to 1000 reads on this and  I’m so unbelievably excited. I want to try to to get those 27 reads before tomorrow, so if anyone is in the mood for a light-hearted, funny, but sufficiently dramatic book, check this out! I’d really appreciate it. 
 

….And We Have a Winner

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Ladies and Gents, 

Tis the season for Homecoming Hormones. Teens, teens everywhere flock to the mating call of corsage’s, couple photos, and a the shopping spree that is bound to ensue. I, being privy to this phenomena in my daily life, have witnessed some very strange things this season that I though I would share with all you amazing people. 

Incident One: The Bathroom Questioner

I was sitting at the lunch tables with my friend’s and Gina spotted a guy wearing a white shirt and holding a (rather drab, if you ask me, but then again it’s rainy today-everything’s drab) bouquet of plastic sunflowers. We watched with surprise as he situated himself outside of the girls bathroom, puppy dog eyes set and lips moving as he likely repeated the words he’d memorized for this event. A stream of girls exited past him, shooting him weird looks. Still no sight of the askee. Five minutes later, one of the girls that had exited returned with a staff member at her side. My friends and I watched, vastly amused, as the boy was scolded and sent on his way. 

I wonder if the girl said yes. His idea of romance was a little skewed. 

Incident Two: The Note

So we all have those guys who opt for cute and sweet instead of heavy and romantic. I was in the class I TA for when my sister handed me a note (if I find it, I’ll post a picture). It read: 

Will you go to Homecoming with me? xoxo

And then scrawled at the bottom:

NO! I HATE YOU!

Incident Three: The Annoying Smart Kid

I’m a nerd. Sweet and simple. But I do endeavor not to be stuck-up. Some people I know don’t have that same mentality, however. 

There’s this one small kid with curly blond hair, block glasses, and the most arrogant voice EVER.  He’s smart and he’s not going to let you forget it. So, when he asked one of my sister’s friend’s to Homecoming by leaving a note on her desk, what do you bloggers think she said?

She let him down gently, though. Something about her Dad’s birthday. The guy probably twisted it to mean that she was so hot for his bod that she couldn’t be around him without wanting to jump his bones-who knows?

Incident Four: The Couple

Ever been with someone who just assumed that you’d go with him to a dance without even bothering to ask you? 

One of my acquaintances is dating this guy- handsome, tall, athletic, and with thick dark hair smoothed back. He’s not bad on the eyes, actually. Sadly, I find him quite irritating. His jokes aren’t in the least bit funny, he’s thinks he’s the hottest thing that’s ever graced the face of the earth, and you shouldn’t be so darn good at that many sports! Plus, I don’t like it when people are taller than me. I’m 5’9” (possibly more, it’s been a year) so tall people make my skin itch. Haha, ironic! Anyway, he’s dating a girl who’s as tall as him (they’re attractive giants). Tayla was dropping a bunch of hints about Homecoming, and they went right over his head! The girl couldn’t be more obvious if she stamped ASK ME TO HOMECOMING YOU BUFFOON on her forehead. 

Finally, she huffed, “Just finish the lab yourself, Tyler,” and stomped off, leaving him utterly bewildered. 

 

 

There are a few more in my arsenal, but I’ve gotta keep some of my generations secrets, huh? 😉 

And because I am thirsting for reads, don’t forget to check out my Wattpad story, please and thank you *flutters eyelashes*

http://www.wattpad.com/story/8185451-dance-with-me