Toad in Prince's Clothing

Blurry nights, drunken kisses and motion sickness

2010-04-06T19:32:00.008+09:00

I had an amazing time, when I say amazing, I kind of say it like this AH-MAHzing, the whole shahbang awesomely ahmahzing, at first I was kind of down in the dumps because I was motion sick the fight night I was there. It sucked but I was glad that none of my friends made it to Tokyo yet, so, I spent my time in my cool hotel room wishing for the world to end or God to magically bestow me with some dramatine (dramatine is my bitch, it also knocks me the hell out, most amazing thing ever invented, anyway). So, the next morning I was most certainly refreshed and Thank GOD I was, I spent my Saturday morning being lost (because Tokyo is big and stuff, plus nobody really speaks English which is all right with me) and my Saturday night with my friends. I wish I could get into amazing details other than once again, I was encountered with stripper status people. I really wonder wtf is wrong with my life that I keep running into all these wannabe strippers at the club. I mean literally, as usual for me, girls taking off ALL their clothes, bra, panties, the works, oh and for some reason, all their underclothing match. Like that isn't clue enough that this girl may or might as well be a stripper. Or a Juicy Girl.

Anyway, I saw the Friend and it was everything I expected.

It was just ahhmazing and the shopping, RAWR, HELL YESS, I love everything I bought, who cares that I had to whip out my credit card more than once and I'm dangerously close to maxing it out, whatever have you seen my wardore? Yes, I am admittedly love to shop, I may or may not have a problem and going to the store and not buying something does bother me. What-ever, anyway, shopping in Tokyo, actually everything IN TOKYO was everything I've dreamed of and more...Awww, when dreams come true :)

all my images are from weheartit

Sticky Hands, Sticky Fingers, Sticky

2010-03-31T20:43:00.004+09:00

I'm going on VACATION! Well technically it's not vacation, I'm going to the bright and busy Tokyo for a few days with a few friends, with THE Friend but surprisingly, I'm excited about the VACATION, did I mention, I'm getting away from work, yessssssss. I know, how can I decide that I want to go on vacation when I live in the bright sunny and beautiful tropical paradise. I mean look at where I live... yep the bright and sunny beach side that's pictured in the left. I do love where I live but DAMN, wouldn't you get tired of unpredictable weather, humid heat and...umm...I have no idea why I'm complaining about tropical paradise, um LOOK WHERE I LIVE, anyway whatever, I need to visit, I need to be surrounded by men and most of all, I need some H&M in my life. I can't live without it.

And to top off things that I can't live without, Lindsay Lohan's leaked song Stuck is always on my brain, always being hummed underneath my breath. So catchy and every person has been there, just stuck on a certain person. Hell, I've been there many times as I mentioned before, I like to convince myself that I'm in love but I do admit, I was ALMOST there when I was 19. It was my most serious and only relationship kind of relationship (does that make sense). He lured me with amazing sex and a slightly good personality (when he wasn't telling me I should be wearing thongs hanging out of my pants with my bra showing through my shirt- no lies, you can't make that shit up) when I tried to submit an Ex-Boyfriend Letter to Skinny Dip, I literally couldn't even think of all the bad things he have done to me other than the cheating and the constant fighting whether it was over Myspace or through voicemail. I just dismiss that relationship as a petty relationship between two hotheaded, stubborn children. Some days I even forget how he looks like that's how insignificant he is to me.

Though, word on the street is that he's still talking about me. Almost two years later and I'm still on his mind. I guess I just got it like that :)

Passion....that's all I got

2010-03-27T00:05:00.005+09:00

I'm passionate about love. Not just love. Finding love. I want to be in love. I want to feel what everybody else is feeling. Even if it means convincing myself that I love someone even though I'm a terrible liar, I'm an amazing actress, somedays I even believe myself which is even scarier. I wonder what I feel is real sometimes, I've never been in love and I can say this without a smile and honesty. Even though I cared about T I never loved him, I never foresee myself with him, my life with him would've been blank and unimaginable. I can't describe the feelings I felt towards him other than passion, everything was passionate, sex was amazing, sex was more than amazing, the generosity (when he was generous enough to give it to me) was something I enjoyed. I loved his kisses and being goofy with him but something was missing and I opted to not marry him. Sometimes I wonder if I'm coldhearted, there's so many men that I've been through so many names I've begin to forget, so many events blurred together. I can't even remember what happened when and when happened what. Do you get me? It's hard as Hell some days because none of these people meant anything to me. It's weird, I think it's weird and I think to myself "Am I a heartless bitch meant to live her life in spinster town like fuck?" I mean, I look at those guys, some were amazing, some were't and I know that I purposely drive guys away unknowingly too, I throw fits because I'm the princess, I do what the fuck I want, (I say this sarcastically), I see other guys because UM HEY, there is no ring on my finger, I haven't updated my Facebook status, this is MEANINGLESS. Though, somehow I convince myself somehow through all of this even though inner me is saying "NO, he's NOT the one" convinces myself that I want to be with him and settle.

Now, onto my now ongoing problem even though I said I wouldn't blog about this. I will, the reason why I've never started anything with the Friend is because I was afraid. Afraid of everything, I've been through instances where I've began things with a friend and I didn't want to go through that again. There has been times and almosts, so many I can barely count with us. And I just don't know. I just don't know and already we're talking about seeing each other when we're both home and isn't that how it all begins? I just don't know and it's weird and annoying, I hate it.

I'm also passionate about clothes. Fashion, my friends and family. I guess that because I've been loved all my life that I just want to share my love with more than my family and friends. I want to love with no bounds and be loved with no bounds.

All I've Ever Wanted

2010-03-20T04:50:00.005+09:00

It's almost 5 in the morning and I still can't sleep. I'm brimming in between excitement and fear, why? Well, I'm meeting up with a few friends in a town close by and guess who'll be there? Yep, the Friend, anyway, it made me think about how some things that seem so right happen at the wrong time? Well, I'm ready now.

Anyway, last night I was tasked with one of the most impossible tasks. Staying up all night, now, anybody who has met me briefly know three things about me, I love my food, I love my freedom and I definitely love my sleep. I looooove my sleep, I wouldn't sacrifice it for anybody, I have hung up on my parents before when they've called me at an indecent hour, if it's not an emergency, don't think about disturbing me. So, while last night, I was tasked with the impossible, I thought of all the possible things I could do to conquer the impossible. Let me tell you, I failed miserably and winded up passing out multiple times before I gave up. Worst idea I've ever had, I woke up a couple times last night, I have no idea what I've done, I was in a state between sleep and reality. It was terrible, I wrote a friend on facebook cussing him out, I talked to the Friend for a bit and winded up sounding like a complete moron. It was terrible.

I wish I could say never ever again but my job is so...unpredictable, I wish I could just say eff you and go to sleep whenever I want. Though, it was kind of funny, a lot of my coworker's shifts got changed as well, the statuses on facebook were beyond hilarious. It made me think of how we're all a bunch of big whiny bitches. College kids stay up twenty four hour straight all the time, why can't us working folks do the same?

By the way, every single one of us crashed around 2am. If we were all in the same place, we would kind of look like this...

Oh well. It was a long effing day.

Scratch marks, weird bruises, crushes, time bombs and stripper status

2010-02-08T17:59:00.005+09:00

I wish this would be an happy blog, me talking about stripper status, I will mention it below or me talking about how I acquired bite marks on my chest and lower back.... (well, obviously I didn't give them to myself) or anything else BUT what I'm about to blog about. I'm leaving this place, not in a month, not in a week, now as in in 15 hours. To me, I don't know where this two years have went, most of the two years have been a blur (thanks again alcohol). When I say a blur, most of my first year here, I spent drunkenly patrolling the streets with my girl, broke up with my ex bf (well he broke up with me, I mean honestly who can really remember THOSE details), spent months crying over him, met tons of rebounds and spent another 4-6 months patrolling the streets again with my then-soon to be next rebound (aka my then best guy friend). I had an actually crazy year. I wish I could begin to recount what happened over the past two years.

I do know what happened over the past few months have been the best few months of my life. I had an EPIC weekend, so epic that people are stopping my friends in the streets (people I don't know) and telling my friends about what I did that weekend. I wish I can recount the tale of THAT weekend, all I know there is a video, I haven't seen it yet but I have begged and pleaded with my guy friends to hold off (my dad is on my facebook and probably on damn youtube...THANKS again technology for continuously showcasing to the world that sweet and innocent is definitely not synonyms of MY name). I've rebounded through a few guy friends, shockingly, only two out of the many were weird to the point where we're not friends anymore. Like not friends on facebook friends, yep, gasp, SHOCK, AWW, that really happened. I've also done a lot of morally questionable things here, made up the quote of all time and became the best girl friend ever (not as in GIRLFRIEND as in GIRL and FRIEND, I'm a terrible girlfriend). Did I mention that I may or may not have "fallen" for my now guy friend? Yep...

Not the one where I got my bite marks, scratch marks and "weird" bruises from, nope the other one. The one where my girl friend said "you two would be a really great couple, mostly because he gets you". Yep, him, and it's easy for me to be with other guys because I know that I will never feel for them and even though I know that they could easily feel for me (not to effing flatter myself, well, I can because I'm SMAWESOME but all the guys friends I have had have had a crush on me, at least three times, true story and you can quote me) So, I like the Current but I like him for what he can DO to me *eyebrow raise* not what he can do for me. We get along great, the kinky-kink-kinkiness is fantastic except the week after (CURSE YOU, I'm still a limpin!) but I would never date the Current in real life. We could never exist in REAL LIFE ever, never ever, one, he cheats two, he cheats and three he annoys me. Though, the FRIEND, I can see myself with, guys that I know that things would be beyond great, amazing, relationship, I'm just afraid to pursue because it's scary, the whole thing and I would do anything to stop from wanting to be with the so now obviously flaming homosexual. He's not TOO flaming, you know since he makes out with girls every weekend and denies he's gay , hates gays but is so obviously gay. "Cut the rug anybody" and so obviously still living in the 90s. Pssh, let me waste no more breath on him, I wish he would fucking delete me off of facebook, damn, I won't delete him, he needs to realize how awesome my life is. Though with the friend, if I do feel the same way in a few months, I think it'd be worth it to pursue a long distance, I think so, I think so, I like I like.... Anyway.

I do want to talk about stripper status. Seriously on Saturday night, I saw a STRIPPER at the club. I know, so exciting, what's new, no, I mean, stripper as in stripping off her clothes, dancing on the pole stripper. She was too good on the pole to not be a stripper and the sad thing was, I stopped drinking my drink for twenty whole minutes to watch her put on a show. None of my guy friends were remotely interested, one even said "When I look at her, I think of HIV and AIDS". I'm pretty sure HIV and AIDS are the same thing but I agreed as I watched her put on the show. I wanted to give her money but since I was getting drinks by my lowcut shirt and big boobs, I so obviously did not have any money. She inspired me to get a stripper pole and learn how to strip, the night before, I kind of put on a strip show, strip show as in my clothes were on but I was dancing on a pole. Or living vividly through what my college life WOULD be if I you know, actually went to college.

We Spin in Circles/We Go Around

2010-02-03T20:20:00.004+09:00

Morals and I, we kind of get along sometimes. Sometimes my morals are always in my head, don't do this, don't do that and I won't because you know, morals are important. For some reason over the past two weekends, whatever morals that I seemed to have went out the window. I don't really want to go on and on about what I've done because sometimes, I don't even feel ashamed nor bad nor sometimes I don't care but...

Anyway, I was reading Glamour.com and the writer was asking how people are doing with their New Years Resolution. I don't even know why I bother from year to year, week two I always forget but I've been failing miserably. I hate my job more than life itself, my job stresses me out, makes me want to kick someone in the face, it's really hard to be positive when everyone around you are negative. Luckily for me, I get to leave this place in 5 days and then I'll be free! Happy and Free!! I can't wait to leave, I can't wait to start my life again and start over. So being positive will be in effect in five days. :)

We Heart It

New Years!

2010-01-01T10:15:00.003+09:00

So, I decided (if you've noticed) that I am not going to talk about my love life in great detail aka one person, if I'm dating multiple people then whatever but one person...lol I'm supersticious. Anyway! New Years is approaching, fast approaching, as I'm sitting in my robe waiting for my straighter to heat up, I reminice about the year and man, 2009 was NOT my year or 2008. It was a fun year, I admit, I've done a lot of partying, met new friends (with me that's the norm, I love new people) and got a lot accomplished. I have a few New Years resolutions, so let me share them with you.

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Be Positive

That's it. That's my whole New Years Resolution. Anyway, Happy Drinking!

I leave you with another video... I know I'm addicted to them!

"I'm F*$cking Matt Damon!" by Sarah Silverman from Sarah Silverman

Thank Lord for Gatorade

2009-12-20T14:37:00.004+09:00

I look like death. It's 2pm and I'm still hungover, my stomach still hurts and my room is pitch black. Oh alcohol...why would you do this to me
Which is making me say.... I'm never drinking again. Thanks to the alcohol, I not only bawled my eyes out, kissed every single one of my guy friends (none of them were complaining plus it was on the cheek, real classy), I also accepted a date somehow. Now that song by Beyonce is stuck in my head. You know the song... a female is a diva version of a hustler, yep, I just went there.

Somehow, every weekend, I con some guy into wanting to date me. Ridiculous. My guy friend told me this morning (don't worry strictly platonic) that I'm a guy stuck in a girl's body. I don't necessarily agree with that but my dating style is, I guess some would assume, kind of like a guy.
Anyway, less about that, I'm still pretty hungover. To make matters worse is that I couldn't even enjoy my Taco Bell! Well parts of it, I just downed a thing of Gatorade, I feel better.

Just enjoy this video, I'm done blabbering for the day.

When Jealous Rears its Ugly Head

2009-12-13T11:43:00.004+09:00

I'm not going to lie and say I'm not a jealous person. A lot of my relationships with guys have been driven by jealousy, I've date guys far longer than I should have just because I didn't want another girl to have him. That's not the case of last night, I was out with Know-It All Guy and some friends, I was already in a bad mood as I'm going to explain later, so, it did not help HIS case when he mentioned some girl having a nice ass. The feeling I felt, it's nothing I've ever felt before, my face got really hot, my ears began to ring and my hand itched to slap him across the face. I've bickered with guys before, they've mentioned hot girls and I don't think I've ever felt what I felt that moment in time. I knew he was saying that to make me jealous which in all retrospect, I did all I could last night to make him jealous. In both cases, it worked. Anyway, as I was laying in bed all night, tossing and turning, I began to think: is all that wank I've said about not wanting relationships not true?

I mean, last night, I went out of my way to be mean to him because I'm just so confused on where I stand with him. I rarely go out of my way to make some miserable but in his case, I definitely did last night. I purposely didn't ride in the car with him, wait for him or try and sit next to him, all of this left him in a state of confusion. Not only that, I was only mean to him, he so (in my eyes, hopefully) commented that I was being mean to everyone with that I replied "No, only to you". Wow and I looked back at that the moment I went home, I didn't feel good about myself like I usually do when I tell guys off, no, I felt ashamed, I felt stupid and petty. Instead of just telling him how I felt (which he asked, oh so many times) I attacked him for not being able to read my mind. Which made me confused, the whole being ashamed of myself, I declared myself not into him a while ago, I roll my eyes when I talk about the fact he's a musician (I think singers and guitar players are corny, he's both). I roll my eyes even more when he talks about work but if I really didn't like him, I wouldn't care at all about whoever this stranger girl was.

So, I realized unwillingly that I liked him, the things that I say out loud is stupid, is not stupid, the fact he sings to me when I'm not smiling, I say it stupids, I laugh about it but I like it a lot. All the things that I said I would never like in a guy, I like in him which drives me mad. I don't know why I like him, I do but I'm confused, I thought I knew what I wanted, I don't obviously. Now, I think to myself, I want something with him like going to the movies or something and I'm scared. I'm only extremely mean when I'm afraid that someones going to hurt me first or I'm afraid or both. I'm just confused and like most women, I don't know what I really want.

Singleton, Singletown and Single-ish? Check!

2009-11-30T17:28:00.013+09:00

So, I lied, this post is about boys and still not giving a damn! Whoot but even to the next level. Hollah. Anyway, I watched about a dozen people get married (mostly on facebook once in real life) and I realized, I love being single. I love playing the dating game and despite my friend's hopes and dreams of me settling down, getting married, etc, I kind of want to vomit on the relationship kingdom and continue being single. That was a run on sentence but do you get what I'm saying? Don't get me wrong, I love being in a relationship but I need to date, I've been only dating for two years and I want to date, for real, hardcore serial dater not date two guys and BAM relationship. Nope, not anymore, nothing you can say or do that will make me jump into another relationship. I want to call the shots, I want to do what I want and I want to pick up my clothes, leave a guy's house and sleep in my OWN BED. Yes! My bed, my pillows that smell like ME not effing B.O. Gross.

A Little Piece of Me...I guess

2009-09-02T17:14:00.005+09:00

I haven't realized this until it was forced to be recognized. I date more than average. And as I'm reading blogs from girls that haven't dated let alone caught a guy's eye in months, maybe years, I realize that I'm a dating machine. Well...not really, the longest I've gone without going out with someone (un-exclusively because like most guys I am a complete and utter commitment phobic) is probably two months but I'm not good at relationships while the last "relationship" I had, I confused myself and thought I was utterly in love with this chap but I was indeed not. When I think about it now, hanging out with him silence was fine, watching a movie was fine but talking to him, talking to him without getting annoyed because he was bragging about himself again was irritating, it infuriated me to no end and him saying he was 5'9 when he was clearly not....annoyed me. oh and the fact that he was always butthurt over something (thank you Laguna beach for broadening my language horizon) granted, I am kind of cruel when I want to be and I definitely didn't bat an eye when he annoyed me and I told him so... but still, I’m used to men being able to take what I issue or tell me off, stand your ground, nothing is sexier to me than a man telling me what's up when the time calls for it but a man who backs down to me. I've heard from guys that the reason why some are meeker than others is because they're afraid that they stand up, they'll lose so said person. Well, I'm not the person who stays if someone can't stand.

I want a man kind of like myself because I don't like people walking all over me, so, I tell them and I guess that's why I attract a lot more men than usual well, from when I was eighteen. I was young and by golly, desperate and I pleaded with a man to not leave me, yes, desperately begging him to be with me, it was a sad, low point of my life but I sum it up to me being eighteen and never having a boyfriend before but now, I don't give a fig when then I did, I've noticed the less I care the more guys flock to me. I've picked up the phone a number of less than ten times over a course of a month and somehow, I have this boy desperately doing numbers for me. It's cute but I don't care.

My life no longer revolves around boys. My friends make me happy, being in school makes me happy, my family makes me happy, what do I need a boy for when I'm only twenty? I like being able to do what I want, when I want, I don't like limiting myself to date one boy. If I could, I would date many at the same time but it seems that boys automatically assume that we're together even though there was no verbal confirmation. I don't live on ifs and maybes if I don't know then I'm not going to assume and I'm going to live my life the way I want and if it means dating another boy...so be it. My heart is free and I belong to no one. Except the military, they own me but no man have any claims on me other than my father (who I adore very much). So, I guess that what appeals to men, not being able to tie one girl down. It's kind of distressing...I mean, this is the secret, I believe. My guy friend has told me that the fact that I am the way I am (extremely…blunt) that I’m more appealing even though my looks have not change, I still look the same. And I guess months ago (take a look at my first blog) I would've jumped for joy, I would've said, YES, I FOUND THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS (harrh harrh harry pottahh) but how many times do I have to stress that I don't care. Unwittingly, under the mist of not caring, I've gotten myself a boyfriend. Yes. I do have a boyfriend or whatever I get when someone asks to go out but since I PCS (mandatory move) from this base in less than five months, it doesn't mean much to me. He knows this, I've told him once if not a thousand times that I want to date casually, I have no idea if he knows it means I want to be able to date other people but I will let
him know.

So....what am I trying to iterate? Other than nothing? Well, live life, a guy shouldn't define you because if you just continuing to live your life without a guy and have fun doing it (not sitting around moping about guys you don't have) then you'll find someone. My best friend is blissfully married and extremely happy and I couldn't be happier. Good for her, do I wish it was me? At times but I'm far too emotionally immature to be in her situation. Anyways, I bid you good day!

P.S. I'm honestly always tired of talking about boys. Next post it will be honestly about my life which I don't do much but complain about this stupid man who cannot spell but is over me and hanging out with my friends. Snore.

The Bang Boom

2009-08-18T22:15:00.003+09:00

Momma knows best...right? Well, at least, she asks the right questions, tries to, that is. Today on my daily phone call to my mom (I know, cute right, I live in Japan and I'm calling my mom all the way back in the states), she asked me what am I looking for in a guy since this last guy, he's not a dud, it's just we don't have the spark. He likes me, a lot, and I like him just not like that. Anyway, I was stumped for a little bit, I pondered for a while and I realized that I don't just want anything, I have a setlist. This is all I want, physically and mentally:

A guy with a great smile who loves to smile
Infectious laughter
Someone who's funny and makes me laugh
Ambitious, goal orientated
Not messy (because I am)
Adventurous
Close to his family (intermediate family is fine by me)
Likes to write or read (this is a must for me)
Shows affection but not too much even around friends
Gives me space
Likes my good friends and likes/tolerate my family
Sweet
Someone who doesn't talk crap about other girls
A man who loves me the way I am, the way I look and everything
Athletic/Stays in shape
Into sports
Respectable
Intelligent/Well Educated
Loves the idea of date night
Love surprising me

It's kind of a stupid list but it's a working progress. I'm just asking for those few little things. I'm sure, it's like asking for the moon and stars but that's all I want. I'm not looking for love now but it's something that I do want.

Of Love, Robes and Tussled Hair

2009-08-11T17:09:00.000+09:00

I am pretty stumped about men, lately, I've been pretty stumped about what is so exciting about me walking around in my pink poka-dotted robe in the dorms doing laundry. It's not as risque as men walking around completely shirtless in boxers. I think it's less risque. I'm fully covered. I've never seen so many people stare. Well, men. And they stare. Excitedly. My guy friend said it reminds him of sex and how easy it is to unrobe and behold or something lame and extra corny like that. My other guy friend said, it's the hair.

The hair. You read that correctly.

The hair.

The hair that is extra tussled, just rolled out of bed, maybe somebody just ran their fingers through the hair. It's sexy, it's electrifying, it's exciting. It gratifies stares.

That I don't get. My hair, honestly, is literally, I just got up to do laundry hair. When I actually put my hair in a ponytail, nobody even blinks, well kind of, I'm still wearing the robe. But still the robe and the hair gets blinks and stares and "what'sup"s.

So, it made me think, guys clearly think things that girls DO NOT thing is sexy, is sexy. Guys think unfussed with hair is beyond sexy like calves, long legs and delicate hands. Girls and guys have a different idea of what beauty is. It's befuddling. Well, I'm going to lay down.

So...

2009-08-03T22:02:00.000+09:00

A new change is coming. I spoke of it weeks ago and I've never been happier. I don't need a man and I don't need this list on how to find this perfect man or whatever. Lately, I've just been enjoying myself and being alone and really, I don't know what I've been up to, really, I think going out with my friends helped me out a lot. Even though, I have guys left and right trying to go out with me, sleep with me, etc. I'm fine with waiting and I'm fine with taking it slow and I am talking to someone, hint, but I am fine with being alone. Let me remind you about that, I don't care either way if this doesn't work out because whatever, what do I have to lose, I still have myself, I still have my glorious books, I still have my newfound friends who even though they do drink a lot, are tons of fun, last weekend, we stayed in and played Rockband. Kind of nerdy but it was something I like to do, I'm not the party girl, I used to be but now I rather stay in and watch a movie with a friend, not a boyfriend, but an actual friend, preferrably with my best friend and gossip until the wee hours of the night.

Boys...eh? I don't need them and that guy? I heard he's getting married, the one in the last entry. I still call him names, mostly for laughs, I don't really care about him anymore. I miss his friendship but I realized that we could've never made it. I was too dominated and yes, I am the one who always must be the dominate one in the relationship, that's just me, I have a very strong personality, I know what I want, when I want it and how I want it, where I want it, here, please, that's me but he....he wasn't passive but he couldn't handle it. It bothered him, it hurted his feelings when I would bluntly tell him how I felt, I don't sugarcoat and I won't sugarcoat for some guy. It's not in my nature, I've never been that way and I won't be that way. I don't hope he's happy, I'm going to be honest but I hope he grows up. I don't think some girl is going to change him into this magnifigicant person and he's going to be this mature guy who doesn't pass out drunk every weekend oh and Thursdays too (typical Frat Boy) but...whatever, if she can deal with him. Go ahead. Plus, I look better than her (it's probably the vainest thing I will say) and even if I wasn't already okay with the fact that me and him will never be, the fact that I look better than he would've probably already made it better. But that's just a definite plus. But I'm sure she's a sweet girl.

Anyway, as I said, I haven't changed but I've slightly put a changed in my life. I started going to spin class more often, actually putting effort into my homework for classes, just considering more of myself then boys. And honestly, I finally made a decision with boys instead leading them on like I usually do and choosing the one that my friends like the most. I choose the one that I like the most, I'm not going to choose the guy who thinks he's already won. I've made that mistake far too much or the guy with the attitude. Finally, hopefully, the nice guy will win. But I leave here soon and it will not be a love match but it will be fun. I'm glad. I'm finally happy. Thank God.

New Beginnings

2009-07-14T14:32:00.000+09:00

Getting your heartbroken does that to a girl, makes a girl want to have goals want to change. I know, it does it for me, as he posts pictures of them on his facebook after two weeks of leaving me, I realize that I'm never going to find someone unless I change. I don't have to change my personality but I do have to change my morals. So, I decided to make a list, I know that it's not going to stop me from getting my heart broken again and even though, this is the second time this has happened to me, the first time was a little bit more severe, I'm not going to stop looking for love. I know there is someone out there for me, I'm just going to have to figure out how to find him. NO more am I going to accept less and settle for something, I am not some floozy tramp who likes to get 3am calls or midnight knocks on my door, I am a woman and I deserved to be loved. No more am I going to be with guys that my friends doesn't respect nor like. If they're telling me he's a player and have that pleading look in their eyes as they go "well maybe he'll change for you", I'm just going to think he's not going to change and move on. If I talk about a relationship and a guy says he's not into it, he's never going to change his mind, just doesn't want a relationship, especially with me, as I am learning today, then I need to pick up my Coach purse and run. I am learning that I can't just assume that a guy wants me or he cares, if I want a guy and I want a good guy, I'm going to have to lay out the terms. Guys are going to take what they can get and run but if I show them that I am lady and that I respect myself then I can weed the guys that will most likely break my heart from the guys who are willing to try.

I'm tired of being that girl and after a year and half of being that girl, allowing to be treated like crap and settling for less, I've decided that I can't take that anymore. So, this is me, a 20 year old woman, with no bullshit, going through the motions and trying to find someone who respects me as I respect them. I'm not going to try and make it boring, if fact, I hope to spice it up but as of late, there's nothing in my life this year that has been good and I have to change it.