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The_happy_whatever_girl
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Name: Ask my stalker
Location: Lexington, Kentucky, United States
Birthday: 12/29/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: Sigma Sigma Sigma (best sorority EVER) Lightsabor combat.Being me.MusicmoviesHanging with my friends.Boys. Clothing
Expertise: I really dont expertize in any thing...o.o other than bein me.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Yahoo:  Loismustdie2night
Member Since:
7/21/2005
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| I like many women started planing my wedding when I was five. Friends of mine often time's think I have things backwards. Like I have everything completely planned nothing with change them, all I have to find is the hubby. Well today to make it worst than ever before, I found my wedding ring. Now granted most of the time when I am "planing" its more I stumbled upon exactly what I want. I have been saying for many years when I get married, I don't want a normal ring, and if I did settle for something, I would do something out there, like getting something tattooed underneath of the ring, but today while surfing the web I came across what I wanted.
So xangans what do you all think? Would you ever? do you like the idea? Think it suites me?
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| And that reason is YOU. YOU broke up with ME, YOU cheated on ME, YOU chose this not ME!
So with the exspetion of Jay I like to keep my ex's in the past... Now granted I only have 1 and a half ex's (Jay is a half... we dated for like a week if that and it was one of those linger in the hall ways at school romances). But seriously if I wanted to keep Shane a friend I would have. But he did me wrong, and I choose to keep him out of my life. So what happens? He gets a new phone number and decides he wants to text me. It wasn't bad just a simple "Hi" so I reply "Hi, I don't know who this is" and he responds "Hi this is Shane" and I ignore him. I have told him before when we have tried being friends that it just wont work out and I didn't want to be his friend. I wasn't mean about it but we broke up 3 years ago, and we tried being just friends, and it turned bad real fast. So I decided then and their that I didn't want him in my life even as a friend. So I ignored his texts. He sent like 3 more that night after the "Hi this is Shane" text. Which is fine I just simply ignored them and freaked out because he boils the blood under my skin. Well that was Friday, Saturday me and 3 of my sorority sisters met up at the mall and hung out. :) It was suppose to be a great day with no drama. Well when we got there we were in the food court and someone comes up behind me and says my full name and WUZUP! I turn around and it's Jay. :) YAY JAY! I hadn't seen him in a while so we talk and I entroduce him to my sisters, when all of a sudden I see Shane off to the corner. FML! I ask Jay who hes with and he names off two other friends and Shane... FMLFMLFML. Well I ignore Shane finish my conversation with Jay and go back to hanging with the girls. About 10 min after they have left the food court I get another text, "Hi". It's from Shane. UGH! It's not that hard. I. Do. Not. Want. To. Talk. To. You. Apparently he didn't understand me ignoring his texts, or declining his friend requests on myspace and facebook. I mean seriously how many ways do you have to say "No I do NOT want to be your friend" Well he didn't try anything else the entire time at the mall, which I am happy for. The next day however I wake up to a text "Hi this is Jeremy, (Shane's little brother) Shane wont quit bugging me until I text you to see if you will be his friend. Now I love Jeremy to death, but I ignored the text. Now we all know about the guy I like, well my facebook stat on Saturday was "Missing the sound of your voice" (side story he called me about 30 min after that was posted ^-^) well one of my friends commented on it "Awwww I miss your voice too" well it was to late to text her by the time I got off the phone so the next day I texted her (after I got the text from Jeremy) "So the person my status was about called me like 30 min after I posted it" and she was like "awwwwww.... wait it wasn't Shane was it" and I replied "Um No Ugh!" Apparently he had texted her as well trying to figure out why I wouldn't be his friend.
Apparently the only reason he can think of for me not wanting to be his friend, is because the last time we tried being friends his gf stole his phone and texted me. What he doesn't know is that she admited that he cheated on me, and their facebook relationship anniversary was before me and him broke up. Yet he thinks a bitchie comment is why I don't want to be his friend. So now they aren't together but he thinks I should be his friend. I really don't know how to address him if he keeps pursuing being my friend. I mean yes friends are good, but I don't need that kinda stuff in my life. Yes giving people a second chance is sometimes a good thing, but I did that and it left me crying. I have to look out for my well being over his happiness. Plus his reasoning behind wanting to be my friend is pretty lame. "Your the reason I have all the friends I have" yes Shane this is true, but your the reason I lost most of my friends from high school. Judging by the way he has been acting with trying to be my friend he hasn't changed, and he never will. I however have changed. Three years is a long time, and living at home not working vs living over an hour away and going to collage makes a BIG difference in people. Plus all the things that I realized I hated after we broke up are still there. And the fact that he cheated on me will ALWAYS be there.
Well xangans now you know whats new in my life. heres a lovely song by Kellie Pickler for you. :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QZkfv10pArM&feature=fvst
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| A rose is the visible result of an infinitude of complicated goings on in the bosom of the earth and in the air above, and similarly a work of art is the product of strange activities in the human mind.
A single rose can be my garden...
a single friend, my world. MySpace Codes
I spent the first 21 years of my life with out knowing the feeling of being given a flower. Just to turn around to be hand 11 roses. 11 pink roses tipped black to match my dress. 11 pink roses tipped black because he couldn't find black roses. 11 pink roses tipped black because 1 one on his jacket. 11 pink roses tipped black that changed everything. I don't even think he knew the meaning behind this simple exchange. At that time I had received my first meaningful gift of just because. Yes we were going to a formal dance, and maybe in high school was this acceptable, but this was just my sisters having a good time with some of the boys. This was a night to dress up and celebrate the ending of another school year. This was just another event that we looked forward to because we got to have fun. He made it a night I wouldn't forget. My first bouquet of flowers. One would think these would come from an s.o. The high school boyfriend who took you to prom, spent Valentines day with you, did all of the cute stuff that happens when you are in your first serious relationship. No. My first relationship said flowers were a waste of money, and even though he knew my favorite flower (I had made it common knowledge to him) and he knew I wanted them, he refused to get them for me. Even something picked from a garden would have made me happy. Instead I was twenty-one and probably got them in the most meaningful way known to man. Not because they were expected. Not because they were requested. Not because they were required, but because he wanted to get them for me, and because he cared enough to go out of his way to attempt the nearly impossible of black roses.
Now because every happy story needs a sadness, I am scared. Not because of my feelings for him. If you read my posts you will know I care very much for him. But I am scared because before this it was "the only guy who has ever cared enough to date me, also cheated on me" "Now it is the only guy who ever cared to much wont date me." I don't know how to react to this knowledge, or this feeling. It frightens me at times. It helps me to realize that I can do better than the past, but now I wonder if I will ever find as good in this just friends future. | | |
| A few weeks ago I settled in for movie night with a male friend of mine. The movie was 'He's just not that into you'. (Great movie if you haven't seen it already) Well my goal was to hopefully open his eyes in a not so Jeniffer Aniston way. (***SPOILER*** Basically she has been dating this guy for 7 years and he doesn't want to get married so finally she says "Stop being nice to me if you aren't going to marry me!" I think the same thing with date instead of marry being used.) Needless to say it did not work this way, instead he showed me the guys point of this movie. How girls "over think" little things. This has been bugging me until tonight when I stopped and thought "shit I do over think guys...no not guys you. I over think YOU" But when is it over thinking and being curious? I over think the small things and I know it. "What did he mean by that?" "Whats this mean?" and my favorite "Why in the world would you do that if you don't like me." Just like Gigi there are often times "signs" but any more I wonder if this is just me or if it is all women? I don't do it with every male friend I have but I do it with the guy I like. So Xangans is it just me? Or do all women do this to some extent. | | |
| Recently I have seen like 10 blogs on Datingish about how girls never go for the nice guys. Exhibit A. Exhibit B. And these are just from today alone. Well news flash boys I am tired of hearing it. Why? Because I am the girl next door! I wont lie, I have done the bad boy thing in the past but I honestly am tired of guys and their bull shit. What happened? I ended up getting feelings for the guy who helps me when I am drunk but wont take advantage of me, the guy who listened to me bitch and complain about all of the dumb asses that I liked before, and is exactly what all of these "Nice Guy" blogs say about the guys girls should be with as opposed to the ones they are with. But what happened? I got (yet again) hurt. So "Nice guys" realize that some times you all fuck up and loose the good girls next door. | | |
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