Oh, Beau: Boyfriend

Pier Jumping - this is the 'extreme sport' I took part in this weekend.

Why just swim when you can jump off a pier into the sea??? It's awesome...

umm...well..ok...okok, I didn't jump.

Not because I was afraid!!!

But because it was just so warm chilling out on the top, I felt it was unnecessary to jump.

Unnecessary I tell you!

Ahem, anyway, I took my camera along.

I think I preferred role as photographer on this occasion...

The males featured in these photos are Peter and his brother.

Oh, Peter is the boyfriend by the way, heeehee.

(I can't help but giggle... doesn't it make you sick?)

This week I shall be looking forward to:

ECLIPSE (I am re-reading the third Twilight book in preperation)
Tai food
End to the World Cup (watching the final as we speak, penalties I reckon)
Making thank you/fair well cards for teachers that I like...
It's a hard life.

Happy Blogging!

I have been avoiding this subject like the plague... but seeing as right now, (the moment when all I want to do is hide away in my house and revise) love and drama and arguments spill out, and bloggers, I must vent! Last year, at the very beginning of 2009, I began going out with this boy (lets call him T). We had the best year, he was in the year above me and super cool, sporty, funny, handsome... and I fell for him fast (totally cliché). I loved it because, living on a tiny island, you don't tend to discover boys who you don't already know as somebody's ex, or the guy who ate bugs that time, (you catch my drift). He was new and shinny. And so easy to love.

Why is it that all good things must come to an end? University. Brilliant. It seems to me that change is inevitable, cruel and quick when your a kid and there ain't nothin' you can do about it! Well, that's not what I thought at the time. We broke up, but I didn't let him go. I spoke to him nearly every single day and missed him like mad - but he wasn't having any of it. It was only when I gave up on him (and kissed L on my 18th birthday) that he gave up on 'the single life' at uni and asked me back out. FAB, I was over the moon! But looking back, I was also extremely naive and a serious dreamer. It just wasn't the same... effort went from 90% to 20% and I found myself beginning to resent, distrust and even get a little bored of our relationship. I had been left behind on this rock, in this little bubble that is Jersey, left to wait around and work. It got too much.

I broke up with him at the beginning of this year, thinking 'If T turned around now and told me he had cheated on me, I wouldn't be surprised and I don't think i'd even mind'. But wow. I did not foresee his reaction, he tried everything in his power to get me back... but it was all too late. My mind had moved on and my heart was following slowly behind. I had met somebody else... well, actually, I had begun to like somebody else. This guy, L, (I had kissed him on my 18th birthday) has been a friend of mine for a long time... and I was the only one who didn't seem to realise I liked him. Everybody would say things like 'so, when are you and L getting together?'. It wound me up so much! But look where we are now. Sigh. I'm caught between the two.

So this is where I end my long, long, brief (and perhaps boring) story of love - the foundation of all the hurt and confusion and distraction that has filled my life this week. T has returned from uni, so angry with me for seeing L... he hates me, though he still wants to fix it, to have another summer of fun.. meanwhile L doesn't want to see me anymore (at least whilst I act like a mole, staying in and revising) But I still like the guy...

So what do I do now?

Go back with T, stick around for L or....

take a trip to Single Town?

(haha)