I almost forgot

I almost forgot about my blog. Oh silly me!

The newest and best thing in my life right now is my boyfriend.

Finals are creeping up. Not cool beans, I say. Time to crack open those books!

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Dates and Hanging Out: Apparently, There's a Difference. Who Would've Thought?

Fuck my fucking LIFE!

So here's the DL with what's going on.

Numero Uno:

I met these two dudes at school who are pretty gnarly.

I asked one of them if he:

A) Had a girlfriend

B) Wanted to go on a date

With my experience of hanging out with new people, their girlfriends get pissed as hell if their man is hanging out with a chick one on one.

Apparently, I really should stop using "date" instead of "hanging out". It seems to be getting me in some trouble. ("date" in context of a date, is still a date. I confuse myself all the time.)

Second:

Gigantor doesn't seem to be into me

I made a date with him anyway like a moron anyway.

So, I'm cancelling and having a da...I mean hanging out with someone else. (It's a work in progress. Cut me some fucking slack.)

Just to clarify: Gigantor and I had a date. An actual date. These dudes from school: hanging out. See the difference?

A date is: The dude pays and there's kissing involved at one point.

Hanging out: Do you pay for your friends stuff and make out with them? (This excludes friends with benefits who have some sort of agreement.) No? Thought so.

***UPDATE***

I'm no longer a vegetarian.

I ♥ BACON

Shining Lights and Gentle Giants

It's safe to say that this blog is not getting the attention it deserves from its author. I'm going to shine a little more light into my personal life. Why? Well, why the fuck not? The happenings in my day to day life aren't exactly exciting, but the highlights are. So without further ado, here is that little bit of light.

I had a date on Saturday. He's simply amazing. He towers a foot taller than me and his eye's are gorgeous. He picked me up from my house, and we went to Castles n' Coasters. It didn't even feel like a first date! He held my hand, he hugged me (major plus because hugs are amazing, even though my face barely came up to his sternum), and he put his arms around me like I was his to have. When we were about to go get something to eat...He kissed me. My head spun and the night sky seemed more beautiful than I had ever seen it before. There was without doubt that ever-desirable "spark".

It almost feels like he reads this blog because we have an inside joke. I didn't have sex with him on the first date, and that's some progress given my reputation as a slut. I'm mad crushing on a guy who deserves nothing but the best I can offer. With that said, I'm going to just leave it be. I don't want to spoil anything by getting my hopes up so high to only watch them crash in an inferno of failed efforts. But, I'm not going to object to this gentle giant asking me to be his girlfriend either.

It's kinda like that, I guess.

So the vegetarian thing is going to stay. I don't want to eat meat anymore, and I'm going to try to quit smoking and start being a little more active. This is going to be fun.

Hopefully on Saturday night, I get to finally meet this guy I've been talking to for the past few weeks. He says he's about a foot taller than me, so this should be interesting. I'm going in this with an open mind. Fuck the "all or nothing" attitude. Who cares if that person isn't the love of your life? There's nothing wrong with more friends!

I'd love to make more friends, not that there's anything wrong with the ones I have. It's just nice to know that I have friends outside of the ones I normally hang out with. The only things that are beginning to bother me is the fact that I don't see them as often as I wish I could, and I'm starting to believe my novelty has worn away. It might be some kind of weird mind fuck I'm doing to myself, but it just feels like that sometimes. That and it bothers me that I'm the group slut (at least I can be honest with myself, so that's all that should matter).

Sure, I'm putting on my game face for this date thing, but that's only because I don't want to make a negative first impression. If I didn't give a shit, I'd literally just roll out of bed, throw on my shoes, and grab my purse. No no no. I need to look good. Shower, shave, shine, the works. Do you see where I'm going with this? Get sexy for first dates is always a good idea, unless you want to scare them off.

Once Upon a Never

Once upon a time, I met the most amazing person I could ever ask to meet. They were kind and gentle, smart as a whip, and had me busting at the seems. Within a few hours of meeting this amazing person, we had our inside jokes and all awkwardness was melted away by our laughter. At the end of our evening we said our goodbyes with a hug. Nothing more and nothing less, as to not ruin the beauty that we had just witnessed with our eyes that night.

As weeks progress and this amazing person and I begin to explore our friendship, we realize we are meant to be more than just friends. They accept my quirks, as I do theirs. And we lived happily ever after.

The End.

Fairy tales are a bunch of fucking horse shit! Thanks, Hollywood, for glamorizing the unachievable.

I'll Dance My Heart Out!

Last night out of no where, I decided I wanted to learn how to jumpstyle. As I was practicing, I felt like my lungs were going to explode, but I was having so much fun just dancing. I'm pretty sure I murdered the dance in general, but the important thing is I was having a good time. It's a pretty tough thing to master if you have shit for balance. I used to play DDR, so it's not that big of a transition with the feet coordination. But the moving and jumping...that's going to be fun.

I want to get this dance down pat. Why? Go to a rave, watch these kids pull these sick moves and you'll see why. When most people who think of raves, they just think of Tecktonic, which is more like voging than anything. I dig the music, but the dance looks a little ridiculous to me.

The next one is The Melbourne Shuffle, which is totally opposite of jumpstyle. Both look equally awesome when done right. And gosh darn it, I'm going to do them both right!

Meatless for the Time Being

I was flipping through channels and I came across a program featuring a bunch of UK folks who go to different slaughter houses to see where their food comes from and how it's done. I almost threw up because it was the most disgusting thing I've ever seen in my life. Seriously. I posted something about it on my facebook, and then the hecklers started. Well, for one, I was a vegetarian for two years. The only reason I stopped was because of an incident where it was either eat the ham sandwich or starve. So, don't tinkle on my parade. And second, I know animals are for eating but if you saw what happened, you'd question the integrity of that grease-soaked burger wrapped in a wax paper smile. The poor bull was scared out if it's wits until the butcher put this gun to it's forehead. One day it's grazing on grass in a sunny pasture, the next, it's being escorted to its death. It was sickening. I'm a member of PETA, but I'm not like all super crazy vegan who splashes red paint on fur coats. No. I'm in it for the humane treatment of animals. So put that in your pipe and toke it.

It might not last forever. My family is full of meat eaters, and I love bacon. Actually, a few seconds ago my mom announced dinner was ready. Meat sauce and spaghetti. No thank you. I don't want any. But, for all I know, I could stick to my guns this time and not cave in. Poor little animals :(