Boys Boys Boys

Love that song. And it is relevant, so it is my title.

Okay, since I haven't blogged in a while, I'll help you get up to date woith my incredibly dramatic life.

The guy that I liked mentioned in a blog a little while ago is not liked anymore. He's sweet and nice to me, but I don't like him anymore. I like a guy from my Scout group named Alex. He's a year older than me and next year's his last year in Scouts.
I think I kinda also like this guy named Jackson. I haven't told ANYBODY this, and I only came to realising it this afternoon. Whilst walking home with him. Well, not to MY house, but to his house. And I think he likes me, which is.... ANYWAY the small amount of conversation we had while walking:

*crossing the road*
Jackson: *runs across the road*
Me: Why did you run?
Jackson: Because of the cars.
Me: S'not like they're Formula 1's or anything. But I'd watch out for the P platers.
Jackson: I watch out for everyone. You should too. I don't want you to get hurt.

*walking down his street*
Jackson: Have you ever had that thing, where you really really wanted to talk to someone, and then when you get the chance to, after 2 minutes you have no idea what to say?
Me: Yeah.
Jackson: Me too.
*silence*
Me: Got no idea what to say?
Jackson: *grins* Absolutely no idea.

:) I think..

Not gonna say anymore. As of now.

Maybe now.

Fine.
Now.

-Rachael