Tumblr's Magnetic Attraction

1. Chris Cerulli and Reblogging

I have a life, but at the same time... I don't. I know that doesn't make any sense, but let me elaborate. So... I have school; I'm a junior in high school. I have a boyfriend; his name is Erin and he is amazing. I have my best friend; but she lives an hour away. And last, but not least, I have my Tumblr page.

It's about my favorite band Motionless in White. I write skits, rants and sometimes a few things about myself. I have a decent amount of followers... seriously, I'm impressed. Not enough to make me a super star, but enough to make me a mini star. People write to me about how cool I am. I have portions where I have people ask me questions. It's great.

I just feel like there is a simple routine in my life and it gets a little boring after a while. Only when I stop to think about it, of course. I just go to school, walk home with my boyfriend; we typically stop at TCBY before we hit our destination. Following that, he kisses me goodbye, I go home, ignore my mom, do homework and then write an entry on my blog. On Friday, my boyfriend and I will catch a movie. On Saturday, we hang out at the skatepark, usually with some TCBY. Obviously, we like frozen yogurt a lot.

My boyfriend likes looking into my eyes deeply, mine are dark brown... his are light crystal blue. His look is captivating. Jet black hair, pale skin, dark clothes and pretty, blue eyes. I must say, I do love the combination. We enjoy listening to The Misfits, SlipKnot, The Pretty Reckless and well... Motionless in White... Duh! It's very comforting... having a boyfriend that loves the same music as me.

Erin and I typically sit off to the side in lunch on the carpet floor. That's what we are doing today. I am sitting on his lap, my head on his chest, he is holding my hand tightly.

"My mom wants me to either drop you or my blog so that I can have more time with the family," I tell, frustratingly.

"Well, you're definitely not dropping me."

"Well, I know that, don't worry," I say and add, "Neither of course."

"But if it all came down to it-"

"I think you know what would happen. But she can't control my life, despite what she thinks she can do... she can't. I'm seventeen-"

"Seventeen... your not eighteen yet so until then... they call the shots," he says.

"I'm not stupid-"

"Matter of fact, they call the shots until you move on to college."

"Babe, I already went to my advising appointment for next year, I'm going to be a off campus student. Basically, a full blown college student," I say.

"Key word, basically."

I sigh in frustration and get off his chest and lap. Then, I decide to shoot up off of the floor.

At my school, we have a sweet deal. Normal high schools have AP classes, we have college classes through real community colleges. Most of us have the potential to graduate with a 2 year degree. Right now is finals week so I'm finishing up junior year. Honestly, I can't wait for senior year. I won't even step foot in my high school, I'll be going to one of the community colleges every other day: Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Super eager.