What? Why haven't I got any comments?! Do I really have only one reader? (myself).
Well...I'm back from Mexico, it wasn't too bad considering I had to spend compulsory time with my parents and maniac of a sister 24/7. I got a tan, in fact, here back in England, I feel rather a fluorescent shade of orange. Should I be proud? Or worried?
Unfortunately, I didn't feel the courage (and I have way too much dignity...) to roam around the beaches wearing no bikini top, so I am fairly white around that area. So I'm thinking ultimate usage of my Johnson's gradual tanning lotion thing (just in that area)...but also, I'm thinking maybe not...
Nothing too amazing happened. In fact, nothing. The only memorable thing which I found veir funny at the time was an incident in a posh Mall in Cancun called 'Luxury Avenue'.
Mum, my maniac sister and I were walking around the upstairs of the Mall (is it called a mall? Should I be allowed to refer to it as a Mall seeing as I am in fact English? My mum seems to think it's acceptable, so I may as well go ahead) looking for my sister's 'Mystico' (or whatever that wrestling guy is called...) mask which she had so cleverly lost. I walked past this boy (I say boy, because he looked about 13 or maybe younger, although, boys in my year tend to look about 12 when half of them are 16) and obviously I made flirty eye contact with him, as I always do, it's good practice. Anyway, I made flirty eye contact with him, and he stopped and properly looked my up and down. When I say properly, I don't mean he did it slyly, because he didn't.
Then I carried on walking for about 20 seconds and looked around (as you do) to see if he was still looking. He was. But now he had multiplied. He was standing with another guy, who looked just a bit older than me (i'm 15) so he must've been like 17 or something, and they were BOTH standing still looking at me.
We were about to go down the esculator because we could see my dad and this random guy my mum knows downstairs waving my sister's mask around (she must have given it to my dad without realizing). So we began down the esculator and I noticed the boys coming to the bar just over the esculator and watching me go down. When I had got downstairs, they moved onto the bridge that hung over the bottom floor from the top floor, and they were just stood, leaning over the bars on the bridge watching me still. I found this hilarious and imediately smiled up at the boys. But I didn't manage to see their reaction because my sister had bitten my finger.
We went into this posh resturaunt for cakes and coffee (I didn't eat or drink anything cause I had been feeling ill a few nights ago) and they, of course, followed me up to the resturaunt and looked through the window. I laughed at them and they laughed back (I don't think they realized that I was laughing AT them rather than with them, but you never know, there could have been something they found funny about ME. There wasn't, I've just decided.).
We went quite deep into the resturaunt and I couldnt really see them anymore. Then about 2 minutes later, they had come around to the front window (the window outside) and were looking at me from there. If I hadn't been with my parent's I would have gone to speak to them...this is assuming they speak english...But instead, I smiled politely and stuck my finger up at them =].
This made them wave and go away. I agree. Biggest joke of MMG's life.
What is it with me?
Is there something funny about me?
Or do boys really have nothing better to do than stalk girls?
Why do guys have to be so confusing and unopen...then again, I met a guy recently who was very open indeed, kind of like me. But this led to more confusion and a very tense situation. But that, my readers (if you haven't all died) is another story. A story which I will not be blogging.
I wish all guys could be as open as him, it would make life SO much easier for me. Although, without the confusion of guys, I would have no material for this blog. (not that it would matter, seeing as I have no proof of readers anymore). So guess it's a good thing for some guys to be unopen. Maybe I should try being less open, it might make the guys I actually want a relationship with want a relationship with me.
Not gonna happen.
Huh, this has somewhat depressed me. And I'm writing like a robot today, what has come over me? I've been away from my friends for too long...I need to spend another few days with them before I return to my normal boring self.
Life's been fun, but I think it's time for me to start taking my schoolwork seriously (it's not, but I think I'll give it a go anyway).
(story of the pimps and hos party is still in my mind...saving it for next post)