A Fun Day

I'm counting this as my post for tomorrow because I'm lazy and will probably be too tired after school to do a post.
UNLESS I get up the nerve to talk to the guys I think are cute. Then it might actually be eventful.
Anyway, Jessie invited me to go to the park with her and her kids.
So we drove down to burger king, picked up some food, and then went to the park.
We ate, talked about guys. Talked about how I like older guys. (18 and older, please.)

I can't STAND guys that are younger than 18. The occasional exception comes into the picture, but other than that, I like older guys.
Heck, there's a guy I think is cute that's 30.
I wouldn't pursue that, but I think he's cute.

One guy I have a crush on is 20. One's... let me check.
Jesus H. Christ he's 22.
Really? Man he does not look 22.
So I suppose that shows my taste in guys. Older guys match up with my maturity level. One of these days I'll share with you something personal that happened to me that molded me to be the way I am, but it's too disturbing to share in this post.
When I say disturbing I mean that if it were to happen to your kid, you'd break the neck of whoever did it.

ANYWAY, we went to the park today. Talked about boys.
I'm 16, Drew's going to be 20 this year. And Danny will be 20 this year in July.
Of course I'm not with Drew or Danny anymore, but it's a good gauge of the age range I like.
My mom of course would not be happy to know that. But it's not my fault.
It's not like I want to date a 30 year old. And it's not like I plan on dating a 20 year old.
And go ahead and say that it's dangerous and yada yada. I expect at least one comment like that.
But I'll say this. After what happened to me, I'm to the point of maturity that I actually cringe at people that look like this:Yes, Shelby. I went through your myspace friends list and found someone that looked like the typical person my age.
Oh, and HI SHELBY!

I can't stand that. I really can't. But it doesn't matter.

Oh crap I got off topic. Sorry.
We went to the park. Took pictures together to send to Kushie.
And then I went home and my mom and I went to Red Lobster.

And then I had the same boy discussion with my mom over some over-salted lobster and really yummy crab legs.
Good thing I got the crab legs and my mom got the lobster.
I have some pics from today to show you, and then this post is done so I can't get off topic again.

P.S. I was watching the oscars and saw Robert Pattinson seated behind Mickey Rourke and nearly had a spaz-related injury. I don't know what got into me. Usually I'm calm about him. He just looked extra-yummy today.