Good news- not so bad news

The good news is, the butterflies that were so prevalent have decided to disperse. The not so bad news is that my best male friend is no longer on my “safe list.” I’m ok with it, I think. Because in reality, he wasn’t just my best male friend, he was also my therapist of sorts. I’m thinking now that I probably should be getting advice from someone older than me, and perhaps with more estrogen. I don’t know if I will or not yet, as I quite enjoy my friend. If I get a crush on him again, I’ll probably have to ditch the therapist sessions, but otherwise I think he’ll still be helpful to me. He’s pretty awesome like that.

OH MY GOSH!!!

No way! My friend got to psuedo-open for Sanctus Real, David Crowder Band, Shane and Shane and Stellar Kart!!!