The dreams in which I'm dying are the best.

Basics...
     Well, basically, I've changed more then I myself can believe. I've become accepted in my town as the "crazy teenager". How I've accomplished this, well... it's a short but boring story. Back in September I went and received a Mohawk. Well, a Chelsea hawk to be more specific. that was phase one. Oh, then I started dating this guy named Jordan. He's pretty amazing, but he's known for doing drugs, and somehow this small town believes that because of this, I'm crazy.
Friendships...
     Anyway. When I lived in the city, I had next to no friends. I had my best friend Sarah, and Riley, whom I rarely ever saw. Then I moved to this little town. People love me here. That's being a little dramatic, They don't love me, they think I'm entertaining. I have friends, and a bit too much, because I'm not used to having to worry about one friend being upset because I hung out with another friend. Sigh, I guess I'll never learn! Any tips? I have at least twelve people that I can call amazing friends.
No point in this blog...    
     I honestly have no idea where this is going. I thought maybe I should let you all know that I'm actually still alive, and that I'm doing shit. Read on if you really must.
Priorities...     
     I'm in grade 9 now. Well, almost done it actually. I'm supposed to be going to NYC in September for a Photo-shop conference. I plan on becoming extremely focused on my art, and photography from this point on.
Love...     
     I've fallen in love with a guy. I've mentioned his name above so no point in introducing him. But basically, he is amazing. I know I've said it before, but he really is. I know I've said I've loved guys before, but lately I've kinda stopped believing in love. Okay, that's a lie. I believe in love as friends, family and God. But other then that, I refuse to love a guy as a boyfriend. Jordan is different. He's my best friend, he understands me so much, he almost understands me more then I do myself. I know him extremely well too, so we're equal. I won't say how long I've been with him, because it will seem silly. The other week however his mom took both of us to a really big city. Earlier that day I had an irritant in my eye, causing my eye to redden. Also, I'm extremely awkward around boyfriend's parents because I don't want to say the wrong thing. His mom thought we were both high at the time, and she thought I was avoiding her because I was high. So now she doesn't approve of me. Perfect.
                                       I've missed you deviants!