Maybe all friendships don’t fizzle. Maybe, like the kaleidoscope, the colors just change.
Miranda KenneallyYou’re right, man! These
corndogs are crap!” Drew yelled,
launching a corndog straight at JJ’s
face.
Henry’s face grows pink, pinker than those ridiculous bras Mom recently left on my bed when she decided I needed something more feminine than a sports bra.
Miranda KenneallyAt least I’ve got football .
It’s been my life since I was seven, but sometimes Henry says I need to spend less time focusing and start “living life like I’m going to hell tomorrow.”
But I feel like a normal teenager. Wel , as normal as I can be. I mean, obviously I think Justin Timberlake is a mega-hunk, but I’m also over six feet tal and can launch a footbal fifty yards.
Other ways I’m not normal?
A girl who hangs with an entire football team must hook up all the time, right?
Nope.
I’ve never had a boyfriend. Hell , I’ve never even kissed a guy. The closest I’ve ever come to a kiss happened just this past summer, but it was a joke. At a party, one of those cheerleaders suggested we all play a game of seven minutes in heaven, you know, the game where you go into a closet and kiss? Somehow Henry and I got sent into the closet together, and of course we didn’t kiss, but we ended up in a mad thumb-wrestling match. Which turned into a shoving match. Which turned into everyone thinking we’d hooked up in the closet. Yeah, right. He’s like my brother.
It’s not that guys aren’t interested in me, because they are, it’s that most of the guys I know are either:
1. Shorter than me;
2. Pansies;
3. On my team;
4. All of the above.
You were in the equipment shed with Corn Fritter?”
“Corndog,” Will, Dr. Salter, and I say simultaneously.
Henry was right—I let everyone else's feelings affect my decisions.
Screw that.
I'm taking the ball and running with it.
Maybe they're not my top choices, but they're choices that are good for me, choices I can live with.
Some things I can't control; but some things I can. And I'm going to.
Tags: choices self-improvement
But I’m practically a guy. I mean, except for these fucking hormones that make me want to jump Ty and Justin Timberlake. I don’t obsess over things that other girls care about, like clothes, movie stars, hair, painting nails, knitting, or whatever shit they’re into.
Miranda KenneallyWhen God created the Earth, he had such a sick wicked sense of humor. He made everything that’s wrong feel really, really good.
Miranda KenneallyTy better appreciate how hard I've worked to make myself attractive for him this morning because I am fucking spent.
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