Frustrated with myself

This guy is actually a coworker. I'll make a brief list of the things he does.

•He's usually really quiet except for when he's around me. We always have odd conversations, nothing really too ordinary. He gave me he rundown of how an air conditioning unit works. He seems to enjoy talking to me.

•He's willing to go out of the way to hang out with me.

•When he passes me, he looks at me until I'm out of sight.

•A couple of times, he memorized my shifts.

•You know how everyone knows when they're being stared at? I'll turn to him, and from the side of my eye, I can see him casting glances at me. He smiles and shakes his head whenever I look at him.

•He enjoys making fun of me for his own personal entertainment.

•He enjoys listening in on some of my conversations.

•He smiles as he talks to me.

•He's too nice to me.

•He'll find me on his breaks and spend them with me.

I can't decide if this guy likes me or not. Just curious because I don't enjoy being in a perpetual state of skepticism.

Well... I remember all of it. 

For some reason, we hadn't seen Emilio for a while. He left Central before the school year started. We knew he transfered somewhere, but didn't know where. It was after the winter concert, and all the band members were going back down into the band room to put their stuff away. When I reached the band room, I saw him. He was wearing a black and gold choir robe (Burke's choir robe) and was wheelchair-bound. I ran up to him and gave you a hug. "You left for Burke and you didn't tell me? And why are you wearing that?" He explained that he just came back from a concert, and that he wanted to see us. "And I don't have legs," he said. I laughed because I thought it was a joke. Ryan saw him and started talking to him. I told Ryan not to wait for me, so he left. I wheeled Emilio to the elevator to get him out of the building. "Shut up," I told him. "Not having legs isn't funny. Did you just break both of them or something?" "No," he said. I DONT HAVE LEGS." I looked down and noticed that there weren't any feet on the foot pedals on the wheelchair. I was shocked, scared. "What happened to you?" He looked conflicted. "A couple of months ago, we were at church," he said. "They were talking about tests of faith and the priest said that God told him to tell everyone that if they loved Him, they'd give an arm or leg, or both." "No..." "I thought it was ridiculous," he continued. "I said no. But my mom loves God, so she put me to sleep and cut off my legs at the knees." The elevator bell rang and I pushed him out of the elevator. I was scared and I started crying. 

Something hit me on the shoulder. "Hey, wake up." I was outside of some fast food place. I was in my dad's car. "Just give me a call when you're ready to be picked up." I said okay and went into the place. Emilio and I were going to hang out before a marching band rehearsal and the first thing I told him when I saw him was "YOU HAVE LEGS!!" He looked at me like an idiot. "I've always had legs, what are you talking about?" I told him about the dream of him not having legs and all he said was, "That's weird. And I'm hungry." I left him for a while to go wash my hands and when I pushed open the door to the bathroom, I ended up in Alex's room. I tried going back through the door and all I saw was a garage on the other side of the door. Alex was asleep. I remember going to his bedside and talking to him, although I knew that he couldn't hear me. "I'm sorry, Alex. I thank you kindly for putting up with me."

Then my phone rang, waking me up. My coworkers wanted to go to the mall. So I said "sure" and got dressed. When I arrived at the mall, we were playing hide and go seek and I was 'it'. After I got done counting, everyone in the mall disappeared. I was alone. There was this black guy that was chasing me and wanted to kill me so I ran away from him, looking for a mall cop. So I found the security office and told the head cop that I was being chased. She showed me pictures of people who were banned from the mall and told me to tell her of it was any of them. I saw the guys face and pointed at it. The head cop looked up at me and scowled. "Why are you here? I told you not to come back!" I saw the man's face on the picture, but to everyone else, it was my picture. I saw differently then them. 

Then I woke up in my own room, in real life. I wondered of this was a dream too. And it doesn't stop there, I've been having dreams like this a lot lately.         

Here they are. I'm training them up to Level 50 so I can beat them.

Gyarados: Level 43

-Bite

-Ice Fang

-Leer

-Surf

Steelix: Level 40

-Iron Tail

-Curse

-DragonBreath

-Strength

Sudowoodo: Level 40

-Slam

-Low Kick

-Rock Slide

-Faint Attack

Mismagius: Level 41

-Psybeam

-Mean Look

-Shadow Ball

-Confuse Ray

Pidgeot: Level 41

-Feather Dance

-Fly

-Wing Attack

-U-Turn

Typhlosion: Level 45

-Shadow Claw

-Headbutt

-Smoke Screen

-Flamethrower

It seems like my family is just insane.

First my dad has terrible deductive reasoning skills. If I say, "Today at work, I was stocking cigarettes" (Because I am a stocker at a nearby grocery store), he'll take the words "I" and "cigarettes" and automatically assume that I smoke. I get into trouble because he sucks at reasoning. Throughout the school year, he's assumed that I became stupid because my grades dipped. I am now a senior, but junior year was ridiculously hard. He can't understand what a challenge is because he never took one back in high school. So apparently, I'm stupid because I can't do well in classes which I struggle in.

My stepmom is a different story. She's so freakin annoying. All she does is crab and complain if something isn't the way she wants it to be. We came back from Dallas with a crate full of mangos and I ate one. I just picked it out at random from the crate. Then she has the nerve t complain about me to my dad behind my f--king back and tell him that I'm being choosy. She doesn't listen to anything anyone says because she always thinks she's right. She doesn't support me in anything I do, especially my band events. And she expects me to be okay with that. She's so ******* annoying. She compares me to my brother and all of my other "more intelligent" classmates and she flat out told me hat she isn't as proud of me anymore.

I'm required to buy things for their birthdays, otherwise I get int trouble. And that makes me want to not do anything for occassions even more.

I'm literally gong insane. I can't talk to them like a daughter should be able to because my dad's reasoning skills automatically make me some kind of twisted, horrible ***** and my mom always says, "Well, shut up, because I" this or that. I can talk to my parents anymore. I'm so close to doing something crazy.

I want to move out next year. I don't care how hard it's going to be. I just want out. They're ruining my freakin life.

In this dream, we were driving back home to Omaha from Dallas and it was raining really hard. My dad saw a funnel cloud touch down, so he pulled over to the side of the road and we ran into a nearby elementary school to take cover. Here, people were not worried about the tornado. They were playing and classes were in session. I was running around the school looking for a place to hide, but I couldn't find any place. Then, I grew wings and flew through the hallways, still in search for the perfect place to hide. I was going in circles, and I couldn't find my way out once the tornado dissipated. After a while, I found the door outside, but it wasn't the one that I came in through. My wings disappeared after that.

I've been dating my boyfriend for the past three years. We're both seniors in high school, and we've been talking about the future lately, mainly our future together as a married couple.

I really want us to be together forever, but something tells me that it won't happen. I feel like it's a waste if we just part ways after being together for so long.

We've planned what we're doing after college, i mean, we are going to the same college. Given how long we've been together and we love each other equally as much and have for the past three years, are the chances still that sl?

We both hope we'll end up together, but something tells me that something will split us apart. Wee been through so much together, and I feel like it'd

Maybe dangerous isn't the right word. But you know what I mean.

What are the pros and cons? This probably is a dumb question, but really, I would like input.

So here's the basic rundown. I have a boyfriend, and a ton of guy friends. And I have a father, haha.

All of my friends are guys because I don't like the girls around me. Granted, I know that not all of them are whiny, superficial/artificial, drama queens, but all the ones that I'm around are like that. Every female friend I ever had since as far as I can remember has turned fake and shallow. And I think guys are so much cooler, and all of my closest friends are guys. But when it comes to hanging out with them, I can't because my dad says that I need to quit being "everyone's *****". I don't know how to make this seem less emo, but I feel rather alone, because I can't be with people I want to be with.

My boyfriend understands that my dislike for other females, so he doesn't get mad when I talk to them. And he lets me hang out with them, because he KNOWS that I won't like have sex with them or something. He knows that I'm not crushing on any of them.

I hug all of my guy friends, and other girls think that I like them, or vice versa. So is it wrong to hug the opposite sex? I do all the time, and they along with my boyfriend are cool with that. But somehoe, I feel as if it's wrong.

I don't want people to think that I like multiple guys, because I don't. And I don't want to make friends with the same sex that are shallow and stupid, along with superficial/artificial, you know? I'd much rather have friends that I can't hang out with than fake "friends" that I can see all the time.

My point is, I don't know what to about this. How do I deal with all this crap?

(IF THERE ARE ANY PRICKS OUT THERE WHO WANT TO BE STUPID AND PUT "KILL YOURSELF" AS AN ANSWER, THEN WHY DON'T THEY GO FIRST?)

AND I'M NOT PREGNANT. SO DON'T THINK THAT EITHER.

So, I gauged my ears. I went up to a 14 and my left ear lobe stretched just fine after like an hour of sensitivity, but the right hurt for the whole day. I figured that it would go away the next day, but it's been almost two weeks. It still hurts when I put regular earrings in. One morning, I put in a pincher (for those who don't know what those are, they are gauges as well) into the right one and it bled, not only that, it hurt really bad. It's still a little red and puffy, along with sensitive. Now I'm wondering if it's infected. My ears have been pierced since I was little, so don't say it's because I did it myself. Please suggest things that I can do to make it better.

Please and thanks.

One night my mom asked me whether I had talked to my boyfriend lately. I said yes, I had talked to him earlier in the day. She asked who called. I said that I did. Then she was saying that he doesn't really like me and he'll probably take advantage of me and use me in the future. Now I'm wondering if she's right. Mothers are almost always right...

Just wondering.

King Atlas had two kids that were fighting over Atlantis. But then he sank it to the bottom of the ocean because neither one of them would ever make a good ruler. Care to elaborate?

I know Atlas was debating over which kid should rule atlantis. But what were their names? Like in Caesars Palace, what are the names of the ones fighting over Atlantis

Does anyone know where I can get the Beethoven Virus track with the violin dropped out of it?

Today is definitely not my day. I mean, I go to school and today has just been working against me. Many things have been attributing to this. The main reason being that my boyfriend asked one of my friends what would happen if he were to break up with me while he was sitting right there. I got so mad, and since then, the day has just been a downslide.

He's said it twice, and I'm wondering if it's still "out of curiosity" (as he says). He's asked that question twice and he says that he has no intention of breaking up with me but he's "just wondering". I've been thinking that he's been implying something or maybe he's just asking stupid questions in the wrong places and the wrong time...

Tell me, what should I do?

It's typical for a teen to lust driven and whatnot but is it really possible to really truly love someone at 15? You know, maturely.

I was going home one day and I saw these pro-life people rallying against Obama saying stuff like "Stop the Obamanation" and all those stupid thngs. Does Obama really support abortion or not?

I didn't think so! Maybe you don't like Obama. But are you happy with Obama as president?

I find it soooo hard to remember things nowadays. First, I forget my house keys in the keyhole at the front door. Then I forget to take my meds in the morning and put my retainers in and now I just left $30 worth of original sheet music on the bus seat! My band teacher's gonna kill me. But really, it's so hard to remember things, no matter how hard I try. It really irritates people, including myself. Is there anythign I can do to improve my memory? I get sidetracked so easily also. Is it just simple absent-mindedness? This is sooo irritating. HELP!!!