Have you ever had that chilling sensation when your first love touched you? Or that cold chill that makes you flop like a fish out of water for a brief second?
I get those all the time with Quincy. Everytime he looks at me, my face gets instantly hot and red, like I am shy. But I am not shy with him at all. I tell him everything. No secrets between us... Ever. Anyways, the 30th was the first time I had seen him in a month and a half. I had everyone of those feelings the whole day we were together! It felt, AMAZING, to have that back in my life. I love that feeling, I love that kiss, I love that touch, I love that smile, he makes me happy. Really happy.
We talk about our first date all the time, talk about the backroading adventure, while teaching me to drive a stick, and stopping off at the cemetery. The cemetery, we played Hunter Hayes' song Wanted and we just kinda sat there and talked. We were really quite, and timid. We both moved in to sit kinda close at the same time, I looked at the sky, he had to have been looking at me, I could feel it. I looked at him, looking at me. He leaned in, I leaned in, I hesitated. Then he put his hand on my waist, and I caved. I let his lips touch mine, and boy that feeling, that AMAZING fish out of chill water flop feeling, I didn't want to stop. Sure enough it was curfew. I had to get home, so we say in the drive way till 2 am. And we talked, he let me lay on him, and we talked about him comin back to be with me. Talked about him moving here. Talked about him coming to ride horses, and he couldn't stop kissing my forehead. It was a perfect night, that feeling that he gave me, left me speechless. Incredible.
 
 
So I get home from school, and my little sister got a bike. I told my mom I would stand outside with her. Well a bunch of volleyball girls live in my area. I mean a bunch! A butt load! An emence number! Just too many to count.
Anywho! They don't like me. They never have, I am not like them. They are rude and assertive and just absolutely and bunch of bitches. Yes, I used to play volleyball.
The point is, they were all meeting at a girls house 3 doors down from me.
My sister was in the street with her bike, and so was my poor old dog thats like 12. Bitch wouldn't slow down till I got in the road and she sure as darn was not going speed limit.
And then she freaking glared at me the rest of the time, I stuck my arms out and I yelled "Really? Slow the $&@! down!"
I don't know. Erks me.
 
 
Two blogs in one day... give me something to do when I am sick mom!!

Have you ever felt like drama just never stayed away from you? "Yep that sure is me.."
I just heard you say that. That's okay, it's me too. You know you get on Dramabook (Facebook) and constantly post what is on your mind.
"Jane Doe: Why must she be sooo ratchet?"
I am that way, and it causes soo much crap. I don't know why I do it.
Do I feel like I need to be heard? All 1043 of my friends need to know what I think of one person? Wow I am nice... Not.
And then I complain I have all this drama, well damn I wonder why.
I recently just got Facebook back after a year. It was taken by my Step Julie (step mom) for no real reason, she changed my password and never gave it to my mom or dad, she just locked me out, and talked to all my friends, and stupid crap, started more drama.
But when I got it back my weight had been up back on. So should I delete any or all of my social networking sites?
Hmmmm.
 
 
My relationship with Quincy, is something that I could never give up. I love him more than anything.
He is a little older and well when you graduate you either go to college, military, or to work for $7.25 an hour.
Well Quincy started with work, then the more I complained the more he considered an actual education. He always wanted to be apart of the water patrol, but from what I understand you have to go threw the military. And at this point, I didn't care. I just wanted him to do something. We want to settle down and have a family, can't make it on $7.25 an hour. I supported it. I told him to go for it. But now I look at it, and I do not want him to go. That's four years. Four years of being alone, and unhappy.
A lot can happen in four years of being alone and unhappy.
I told him. And he still wants to go. I should support him and be there for him, but it's hard. It's hard to love someone when you're just going to be let down in the end. That's hard. That's difficult.
That's what bothers me.
Him leaving me.
 
 
Me, Chelsey Malee.
I'm simple, fun, funny, I feel full of life sometimes. I mean, when I am around the people I love. You know the ones that care? Those people make things worth it. Life is great, I have God, my boyfriend -the love of my life- my few close friends, and music. My one escapes.
I'm pretty plain, I have no style. At all. I don't really care. I don't care what people think, doesn't bother me one bit.
That's pretty much it.
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The love of my life.
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Me. Simple.