The Weinery.

Is a fantastic place.


Soooo, I was at home, bored out of my mind whennnnn VRRRRRRRRRRRRRR~

VRRRRRRRRRRR~


VVVRRRRRRRR!~

"Hello?"

I find out that The Hottie is calling. Like, what are the odds? He calls! we talk for like an hour. It was nice I guess. He's hot, so that makes it lovely. Did I mention he's attractive? Anyways. He is nice, and his school is an interesting subject. So, we talk. Eventually we get to the point where the question

"What are you wearing?"

Is asked. And he replies with basketball shorts, and a T shirt. *laughs hysterically and slightly manic* Mwahahahah! We ALL know sluts where basketball shorts! Long story short we play photographers and exchange disco sticks~

Ohhhhh youth, it has its perks ;)

With love my friends,

RunningInCircles

Do you dare? Oh, YES I do.

Legend tripping defined by Urban Dictionary: A trip taken, usually by teens, to a location of some sort of significance; the location may be the scene of a terrifying, tragic, or supernatural event, or is believed to be haunted. Once the group (usually consisting of at least three people) arrives at the location, the legend of the place is retold and a dare is issued; this normally includes performing some sort of ritual that provokes the spirit(s) that may be haunting the area

This is my new obsession. Now that my friends can mindlessly drive places in the middle of the night, my dreams can be realized! I can pretend to be a Ghost hunter! Afterall, Legend Tripping seems to be just that. Me and Vanna are Legend Tripping, or LT as the cool kids call it. (Yes I just made that up) This weekend we will look like idiotic Twilight Girls, sitting in coffee shops, squealing nervously, waiting for the sun to go down.

For it to happen.

Ashland has a single legend that I know of. And we will be testing it. But more on that later! Well, I'm off to bed. I'm a loser and My Speech and Debate tournament wiped me out. I feel like I ran a marathon, only using my tongue and lips :P

Huffing and Puffing,

RunningInCircles

Stalking, Made Easy

Oh good god, I love man who invented Facebook. Not because I really give a fuck that my friends are watching Gossip Girl. But I love how it practically begs you to stalk people. It's the perfect tool to know everything about everyone EVER.

Well, I've never been good under pressure, you know so.... I always give into stalking. Always. It must be the prditor in me, some relic from the past that still manages to take part in my everyday life. I am now stalking hunting.... that boy Fox told me about.


Damn he's cute. Have I ever talked to him? Nope. But, damn.

With Lust,

RunningInCircles

The Dating Game

So after a realitivly cold break up with my now ex boyfriend, I have been thrown back into it.
Yes..... The Dating Game.

It's been a about three monthes single, and I think it's time to pick my head up and start looking around. But I'm pretty afraid of what I'll see. I mean what the fuck is there for me in this desolate town in the middle of the Oregon wilderness?That's just it. Nothing.

So I basically got my friend  Fox to "set me up" with this kid we met at a Speech and Debate tounrament. Hah. And By "Set-Up" I mean obsessively stalk via Facebook. Well I guess I can't complain. He is cute~

Hi, my name is RunningInCircles, and I am an Endangered Species. :)

 I'm a seventeen year old boy living in the midst of Mama Grizzlies, Soccer Mom's, and Stuffy Old men. I attend a high school where my label is Senior, and Token Gay. If you couldn't tell, I like codenames. Don't break my code, because you can't.

Life's interesting here, and as you're about to find out. Shit Happens.

Sincerely, RunningInCircles