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[23 May 2007|08:22am]
i would like to issue a statement, and i think its an important one.

now, i find myself an attractive girl. my personality? according to everyone i know and everyone i date, its awesome.

so, if youre an ugly fucking chud who looks like a monkey and youre lucky enough to nab a girl like me, the LAST thing you want to do is think that you are so socially glorified enough to nab a stupid girl. you know which ones im talking about, the ones whose signature talent in life is saying "oh my gooood" and twirling their hair? yeah, them. the ones you look at and say "its a good thing theyre pretty."

if you are dating, mind you i said dating, meaning not in a commited relationship, a girl like me, who can actually use a four syllable word in conversation, why, OH WHY, would you want to give that up for a dumb, skinny bitch who a) has a boyfriend, b) is leaving in a few days to go back to dumb, skinny bitchtown where she belongs, and c) could easily be snapped in half with little to no effort?

it is NOT fair to tell me (get ready people, no lie, this is almost verbatim what this bastard said) "i really like you, i have a good time with you, and the sex is amazing, but i think we should just be friends because youre too jealous" when the only valid reason you have for calling me jealous is i asked you to, out of common courtesy, not hit on MY FRIENDS in front of me. i told you on multiple occasions i was completely fine with you seeing other people. the ONE thing i ever asked you to do was to not hit on my friends in front of me (in front of me! do whatever the fuck you want behind my back, none of them would want you anyways!) and that defaults me as a jealous person? alright! you want to play the judgemental game? we'll play judgemental.

maybe it IS a good thing you ended things. in all honesty i think what im so pissed about is that someone like me got semi-dumped by someone like you. ive never been one to say im better than someone but damn, i almost have a right to in this case. if anyone should have done the bullshit its not you its me line, it should have been me. its true what they say, i was settling for you. why on earth would i EVER want to date you? youre shorter than me (oh dont worry toots i know thats a small thing but i thought id save the best for last), you honest-to-God look like a monkey, and not a cute one at that, you're 25 years old hitting on 18 year old virgins, your biggest achievement in life is collecting movies that would typically be aimed at entertaining five year olds, you think walking around with a chicken hat on makes you THE life of the party, and, friend, you are, most definitely, an alcoholic. so what have you achieved in life? you're an unattractive, childish drunkard who attempts to make friends who, in all reality, probably wont remember you in a year. No, wait, you are an alkie, sorry. They probably wont remember your name in the morning.

So the next time you wake up and the only self-validation you find lies five inches away with your friends lotion, kleenex, and left (maybe right, you WERE adventurous at times), just remember:im the best you'll never have.
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[17 Feb 2007|08:50am]
im alive.
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[25 Jan 2006|09:18pm]
[ mood | exhausted ]

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Moments so dear
FIve hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure-- measure a year?
In daylights-- in sunsets
In midnights-- in cups of coffee
In inches-- in miles
In laughter-- in strife
In-- five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?
How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love
Seasons Of Love
Seasons Of Love
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?

In truths that she learned
Or times that he cried
In bridges he burned
Or the way that she died

It's time now-- to sing out
Tho' the story never ends
Let's celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love
Remember the love
Remember the love
Measure in love

Measure, measure your life in love
Company: Seasons Of Love
Seasons Of Love

R.I.P. Jonathan Larson
2-4-1960 to 1-25-96

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[25 Dec 2005|03:44pm]
Merry Christmahanuhkwanzakah!
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[21 Dec 2005|09:36am]
[ mood | exhausted ]

sooo apparently theres no final for my personal finance class.
which means!
2 classes down, 2 more to go.
Thank you Jesus.

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[19 Dec 2005|10:01am]
[ mood | disappointed ]

to everybody that had a lame ass excuse for not going last night, fuck you. im leaving, and if you cant grasp that concept, im sorry, but i wont be here to help you so whatever.
to everybody who actually had a decent excuse for not going (and this would include shaun, jason, stacey, and whoever either didnt read my post or who had in interest in going but didnt say anything therefore not leading me to believe they would be there), im sorry you had to miss. you are the people i will actually make an effort to come see before i leave, and you are the people that when i come visit, ill actually make time for.
we had a kick ass time by the way. pictures and more details coming tonight.

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[16 Dec 2005|12:25am]
Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.(x2)

I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.(x2)

And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.(x2)

I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.(x2)

-Goodbye My Lover, James Blundt

omg. this is my life story.
...except for the father of your child thing.
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"I didn't recognize you without the handcuffs..." [05 Dec 2005|12:13pm]
my computer is sitting pretty at circuit city and its gonna cost me 40 dollas to get it fixed. at least 40, anyways. maybe more. but i was told by someone that they get rid of viruses free so thats why i went there in the first place. so jozies gonna get bitched at.

i have a date on sunday. i think. dont really like calling it a date. id like to think of it more as "going to a concert with someone ive never met before."

yeah. that sounds much better.

working 3-close today. and tomorrow. and wednesday. and friday.

13 more days until im done with quiznos and 18 days until the move.still dont know what the hell im gonna do with my car.

went and saw rent (again) with michelle. good times.

i really love when i go to the computer lab and get stared at by some guy most likely in his 40s. really. i love it.

that is all.
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[18 Nov 2005|06:58pm]
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