All I'm gonna say i "wtf." The other day I was with my AT Line having dinner at Tapioca Express. I love my family and I haven't been able to have quality time with them lately. I don't know why this happened, but I saw a friend of mine. He came over said hi and sat down with us. This is why I said "WTF."
If I'm having dinner with a group of friends, do not let yourself sit down with us. If I say sit down, then you can sit down. But if I do not say sit down, do not sit with us. You can say hi and that you were around, but do not sit down with us.
It bothered me so much that a friend of mine did this, especially when I was in the middle of a conversation about something. I needed to talk to them about something important, but nooo you had to come in. GOD DAMNIT
Monday, March 22, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Its definately been a while...
Lately I've been accused of writing selfish wrongs. Its a tragedy at times because I am a writer. Sometimes I may seem blunt or harsh because I tell the truth, but I can not help it at times. Maybe I need to make writing more constructive instead of making it the 'monstrosity' it turns out to be.
The other day I went through the files of my old PC. Guess what I found? I found a book I had written when I was 13, a play I had written, and a short stories. I looked at my writing and thought " What the fuck happened to my writing? Why did it change?" It changed because I had changed. Comparing and contrasting my writing from when I was 13 to what I have written now does not even compare. It seems that in my teen years I had those creative juices flowing. Whatever I wrote on paper, seemed to create these vivid compositions. Yes, there were enjoyable to read compare to what I write now. Back then, I was a angsty teenager who would bury herself in her bedroom for hours just to write. However, high school started. Thats when I realized that there were other ways to express myself: photography.
Random: In my theatre 100 class, we have to write a play and perform it. Before I could write a play, there was a student in my group who really wanted us to perform his play - especially since he wants to become a director in the future. We granted his wish. now I wonder, "hmmm I wonder what concoction could I produce in a mere day?" I still wonder and have not met my own personal goal. Oh wellz...
In other news, I am recovering from my sickness. Being sick sucks, but then again life throws curveballs and we have to adjust to life. Spring break is coming up and I guess I'm going to be lounging in the beautiful sun and taking a road trip elsewhere. Yes, I will be taking a road trip by myself. I need to do some soul searching.
Since I am no longer to express myself through a camera lens, I decided to express myself in a whole different way. I've always been a fan of cooking. I love watching Man vs. Food or some other cooking competition on the Food Network ( I love being a foodie). I used my last blog to display what kind of recipes I want to try for people. It sucks when you want to cook, but you have no one to cook for. My mom is not even allowed to try my cooking ever since the doctor prescribed her a diet. I'll find someone to cook for, maybe the fraternity?
Whats on the Menu for this week:
Garlic Bread
Apple Cheddar Squash Soup
Apple Waldorf Salad
Classic Lasagna (Chef Giada's Recipe)
Dessert: Lime Blueverry Tiramisu
The other day I went through the files of my old PC. Guess what I found? I found a book I had written when I was 13, a play I had written, and a short stories. I looked at my writing and thought " What the fuck happened to my writing? Why did it change?" It changed because I had changed. Comparing and contrasting my writing from when I was 13 to what I have written now does not even compare. It seems that in my teen years I had those creative juices flowing. Whatever I wrote on paper, seemed to create these vivid compositions. Yes, there were enjoyable to read compare to what I write now. Back then, I was a angsty teenager who would bury herself in her bedroom for hours just to write. However, high school started. Thats when I realized that there were other ways to express myself: photography.
Random: In my theatre 100 class, we have to write a play and perform it. Before I could write a play, there was a student in my group who really wanted us to perform his play - especially since he wants to become a director in the future. We granted his wish. now I wonder, "hmmm I wonder what concoction could I produce in a mere day?" I still wonder and have not met my own personal goal. Oh wellz...
In other news, I am recovering from my sickness. Being sick sucks, but then again life throws curveballs and we have to adjust to life. Spring break is coming up and I guess I'm going to be lounging in the beautiful sun and taking a road trip elsewhere. Yes, I will be taking a road trip by myself. I need to do some soul searching.
Since I am no longer to express myself through a camera lens, I decided to express myself in a whole different way. I've always been a fan of cooking. I love watching Man vs. Food or some other cooking competition on the Food Network ( I love being a foodie). I used my last blog to display what kind of recipes I want to try for people. It sucks when you want to cook, but you have no one to cook for. My mom is not even allowed to try my cooking ever since the doctor prescribed her a diet. I'll find someone to cook for, maybe the fraternity?
Whats on the Menu for this week:
Garlic Bread
Apple Cheddar Squash Soup
Apple Waldorf Salad
Classic Lasagna (Chef Giada's Recipe)
Dessert: Lime Blueverry Tiramisu
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Someone I don't recognize
I look at myself in the mirror and I realize that I am slowly changing. With every new experience, something within me changes. I adapt. I change. I become a chameleon.
Friday, January 15, 2010
The Common Trick Guys Use
This morning around 2 30am i received a phone call from a guy i dated from the summer. I refer to him as the teacher in one of my blogs. The teacher and I went on three dates but according to him we dated for "4 weeks" or "2 months." I honestly thought of it as 3 dates, nothing more and nothing less.
He told me he felt like a douschebag and a dick because he left me hanging. What happened was this: the teacher and I went on a date. I really cared about him, but then he started ignoring my phone calls and stopped talking to me. I was very sad about that. I didn't understand why he was ignoring me. Eventually, I deleted his number and moved on.
he contacted me telling me he was sorry and that he had been thinking about what he did the past few months. He said he wanted to kiss me and have sex with me, but because I am innocent and kind unlike most girls, he decided to leave me alone out of respect. He said he was sorry for not telling me and he didn't want me to feel "jaded." He said he wanted me to learn a positive experience from him and does want me to be more experienced in the future. he said I was "marriage material" but for someone else.
He asked if we could still be friends and he'd look out for me. I thought it was very thoughtful, but then the conversation got weird. He was asking about my virginity and if I had an orgasm yet. Of course I am still a virgin but I have yet to experience my first orgasm. The teacher claims that reason why I have not had one yet was because " you're not mentally there." The teacher said he could help me over the phone. Thats when I realized he had a hidden agenda. He wasn't genuinely trying to apologize, but to get into my pants. What an asshole. I told him I was feeling tired. He wanted me to stay up with him because he didn't want to be alone. I told him " if you were really my friend, you'd let me sleep and we'll talk another time." Guess what? He pulled the " I have needs" card on me. I told him " I don't have needs. I'm going to bed. Gnite."
He told me he felt like a douschebag and a dick because he left me hanging. What happened was this: the teacher and I went on a date. I really cared about him, but then he started ignoring my phone calls and stopped talking to me. I was very sad about that. I didn't understand why he was ignoring me. Eventually, I deleted his number and moved on.
he contacted me telling me he was sorry and that he had been thinking about what he did the past few months. He said he wanted to kiss me and have sex with me, but because I am innocent and kind unlike most girls, he decided to leave me alone out of respect. He said he was sorry for not telling me and he didn't want me to feel "jaded." He said he wanted me to learn a positive experience from him and does want me to be more experienced in the future. he said I was "marriage material" but for someone else.
He asked if we could still be friends and he'd look out for me. I thought it was very thoughtful, but then the conversation got weird. He was asking about my virginity and if I had an orgasm yet. Of course I am still a virgin but I have yet to experience my first orgasm. The teacher claims that reason why I have not had one yet was because " you're not mentally there." The teacher said he could help me over the phone. Thats when I realized he had a hidden agenda. He wasn't genuinely trying to apologize, but to get into my pants. What an asshole. I told him I was feeling tired. He wanted me to stay up with him because he didn't want to be alone. I told him " if you were really my friend, you'd let me sleep and we'll talk another time." Guess what? He pulled the " I have needs" card on me. I told him " I don't have needs. I'm going to bed. Gnite."
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