Su esposa es Jackie O.

Tonight's shenanigans are going to make tomorrow's espanol clase hell. Anyone could've seen that going over to Stephan's house for "10-minute flip cup" was going to devolve into a several hour long stint that left me too tipsy to sleep and instead raring to go for Grey's Anatomy. It's all well and good, though because come next year I will have no friends and nothing but memories to keep me sane. I'm not being pessimistic. I know how this will go down. The same way Baltimore went down last summer. I had nobody but mis padres y mi hermana to keep me company and for some reason they are just not enough anymore. Yes, when I leave next year I will still have the friends that I have left behind, but even Chloe, who like J-Mu says is my "bfff" will not be able to keep me from lonely self-destructiveness across continents. And even though he will be there, Josh, like every boy I've ever liked, is not dependable at all and so he is actually negative points in the keeping me happy equation.

The list of boys I have liked is shady at best. I have a type that has no physical requirements or correlations at all. Instead my typical crush/boyfriend is roughly equivalent to the character of Alex on Grey's Anatomy. Not to be a television nerd, but there it is. I tend to like cocky, inconsiderate guys. I am oh so open to liking other people to, but those are the ones who pop into my head unannounced, and no other guys seem to have much interest, excluding the dance-with-you-and-then-hit-on-you-at-a-party type that I just cannot seem to humor.

And now I can hear birds, and the sun is coming up, and the drunk boys next-door still won't shut up. And all I want is to have fun this summer without already being depressed about how lonely and forgotten I will be next year. And I miss mi favorito amigo who I just can't handle anymore. Am I a bitch? Probably. But I'm just trying to protect myself. Because nobody else is going to but me.