The cutest little baby in the world is asleep in the other room right now. I am at work, taking care of precious Isabelle. She is only 8 weeks old an has the biggest blue eyes you will ever see. I think I am in love with this child and I am getting paid to snuggle with her all day (oh and also change her poopy diapers and listen to he wails when she is upset, which is often because the poor thing has acid reflux and it makes her fussy. I think it's true what they say about the reason for babies to be cute, because otherwise we would not put up with them).
Working as a nanny for a newborn baby this summer also has another effect - it is the greatest birth control in the world. Seriously. I do not want a baby. After this experience, I will never be casual about birth control. Not that it's something I would take casually but now I'm just more motivated to ensure with 100% guarantee that I will not get pregnant for many, many years.
[Insert non-awkward segue here to BOYS because I need to rant.]
We are going to talk about Snuggling. Take from that what you will. Actually, we're not really going to talk about Snuggling. Unless you use it as a metaphor. Sure, let's use it as a metaphor but read on at your own risk because this next part will all sound extremely creepy and very confusing. Snuggling wasn't the best choice of metaphor but I think it's only fitting that the metaphor be creepy because the situation is infuriating and I'm really only saying that because I don't feel like coming up with another metaphor and I already typed the whole creepy thing up.
What do you do when the guy you want to Snuggle with is best friends with your older brother and will not Snuggle with you because of said older brother?
Then, what do you do when your older brother's other best friend, and also close friend to Non-Snuggler No. 1, has no problem trying to Snuggle with you? In fact this Overly-Snuggly Guy is constantly trying to Snuggle with you.
And Overly-Snuggly Guy just happens to be the guy you liked for two years before finally moving on with your life just in time for him to decide he finally likes you.
And part of you still does want to Snuggle with Overly-Snuggly Guy because he's funny and nice and a great guy.
But really you want to Snuggle with Non-Snuggler No. 1.
But Non-Snuggler No. 1 has watched as Overly-Snuggly Guy be blatantly all over me [awkward switch to 1st person] at parties and it's not like I was pushing him away all that forcefully.
But now Non-Snuggler No. 1 probably thinks I like Overly-Snuggly Guy and not him and will further not Snuggle with me.
Really I shouldn't be Snuggling with either Non-Snuggler No. 1 or Overly-Snuggly Guy because my older brother would get upset.
And I'm halfway decided to just hook up with Overly-Snuggly Guy already.
Except I really like Non-Snuggler No. 1.
Fuck, I have such a head ache. I only got three hours of sleep the past two nights because of Boys and Alcohol, that deadly combination I hate so dearly. Why do Boys and Alcohol make everything so fucking confusing? If Senior Week wasn't next week I totally would. Speaking of which, Senior Week is next week!! Since Non-Snuggler No. 1 and Overly-Snuggly Guy won't be at the beach for the whole week I'll have time off from their mind games.
EDIT: And how did everything turn out? With me hurt and back to as if nothing ever happened. That's what a summer will get you.
Reading: Collected Stories of Gabriel Garcia Marquez
LOVE him.
Listening: Music from Baby's mobile. The same incessant song over and over and over again, which is just driving me even more insane.
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