Thursday, July 30, 2009

To Study.. Or Not to Study?

Again. I apologize, you guys havent been in on this...
I've started school again.
No Yay.
Ive always felt that If I were, for some ridiculous reason, (one such as hating a subject with such hateful intensity die and go to hell),
My torture would be to sit in a bowl full of bananas and mushroom listening to the Phantom of The Opera Soundtrack while being forced to solve algebraic equations.
Sounds simple, eh?
Not for me, pal.
I hate math with such a passion, I get a minor neck ache when i think about it.
Pray for me as I study the not so interesting subject entitled...


Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Hey everyone!
Sorry Ive been away for a while.
My plate is kinda full and Im not too sure the dog even wants to eat it.


Life is okay, ya know.
As you read not too long ago, still working at the Gap.
No, they aren't paying me enough, but, hey...
Thats a few extra dollars (and I do mean dollars) that I wouldnt have otherwise.
Yes,... I'm still single.
Whoever I seemed to have my eyes on CLEARLY did something for me to move them...
But I'll save that for another post.
I'm in school... still no kids...

Thats about it.

I guess I'll go ahead to the next post.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

The Texter.

Can somebody... ANYBODY explain to me what it is about men...
Well, boys/guys and texting?
Ya know what,... not even texting.
More like texting, IM'ing, BBM'ing... all forms of unorganic electronic communication (except phone calls).
This guy,... I've known him for maybe two years.
Would never go on a date with him.
He can't seem to understand it.
I'll tell you why.
For months and months.
This guys only form of communication had only been through Instant Messaging.
He claimed that despite him having my number, he was too busy to call.
Now, okay.
I've never initiated ANYTHING with this guy.
Its like, "What the heck do you want from me, freak?"
You don't call, always text at the same time even though you never have time?
Whats on your noggin?
The initial introduction,
Transferring of numbers,
All that was him.
Never persued him.
Was never all too interested.
Of course, considering my lack of interest, we lost contact.
Until, not too long ago
We reunited.
We didnt run into one another on the bus.
He didn't stumble upon my number.
He saw me logged in to AIM.
After having only one or two conversations with him,
I was reminded exactly why I stopped communicating with him.
Again, I ended contact.
He texted.
Instant Messaged.
I ignored.
Finally, completely forgetting him,
He instant messaged me.
Asked me why I had been avoiding him.
Apparently, he loved our conversation and couldn't understand my "withdrawl".
Without hesitation,
I admitted to him my dysfuntion.
I was overtly annoyed with his inability to verbally communicate
I mean, how is it, via text are you actually getting to know me?
"LOL" Is not how I truly laugh?
DO YOU even know how I laugh?
Sophomoric, perhaps?
Using the same excuse as before, he was still too busy and didnt have time to talk.
This was severly odd to me considering we were having a half hour long conversation that if exchanged using telecommunication would have cut the time down to a mere 7-10 minutes.
Either way, he apologized with an useless promise of calling me the next night.
I told him I had to work that night.
He didnt understand that I DID NOT WANT TO TALK TO HIM!?
Or maybe the feeling is reciprocal?
Maybe its the other way around?
Maybe he just did not want to speak to me.

The Massive Skrew Up

I've been feeling a little strange lately.
While reading Steve Harvey's "Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Man",
I, of course came to terms with a lot of things with myself.
Aside from the obvious feelings and revelations you'd have while reading a book like that,
I came upon another discovery.
I had been dating this guy for a while in October.
He was a genuine sweetheart.
Did everything the guys in the book are supposed to do.
Brought me to meet his family...
Invited me for dinners...
Claimed me as his own.

And not that those are impossible achievements,
But, I've ended contact with plenty guys for simple reasons like that.
Not opening doors...
Calling too late.
Not being on time,...
Just not being a gentleman.

But this guy was perfect.
After a movie night at his house, I left my cell phone at his house.
After reiterating to him- he didn't have to bring it over that night,
The next day, he came to my job with my cell phone.
Now, I've known guys who'd try to find ways for the girl to meet them halfway to drop off whatever it was that they left and not even attempt to hand deliver the item.
Although, I was somewhat annoyed by what I considered his "Jamaicaness"
(He's not even Jamaican)
He was the perfect guy to me.
Spoke to me well...
Respected my feelings.
He was great.

Of course...
like the retard I am,
I ditched him for someone else.
I was ubberly into some other guy who I now know to be a massive lame
And I let the good guy go.
Like some guy once said to me.
Wether you feel it now or later...
At some point, your gonna feel it hard for someone you mistakenly let go of.
I definitely feel it now.

So, to M.K.
My apologies... miss you mucho.

Look. Listen

Okay, So, maybe I'm weird, but I really like this song.
I must admit.. I'm a girl.
I have feelings.
And there sometimes similar to this.