Labels.

Terri ------------ >Determined
----------- > Classic
-------------> Smug

Joanne------------> Rooted
----------- > Scarcastic
------------ > Boisterous


Jerrica -------> Outgoing
-------->Exclusive
---------->Introvert

Kayla ----------->Pratical
-------->Organized
------------>Quiet

Lissa - ------->Affected
---------->Routine
------------>Out Spoken

Catherine -------------->Generous
------------->Zany
------------>Hermit


Joey --------------> Uncommitted
-------------->Comical
--------------->Gulliable

Jessika ------------------->Stubborn
----------->Sassy
------------->Entertaining


Gillian ----------------->Authoritive
--------------->Long-winded
---------------->Charitable

Laura --------------->Unique
----------------->Spoiled
--------------->Clever

Dad ------------>Knowledgeable
---------------------->Cynical
------------>Self-sacrificing

Mom ------------>Frivolous
----------------->Obnoxious
--------------------->Affectionate

im sitting here with my daisy dukes on. what are you gonna do about it?

Why is it that you can not mix school friends with your regular friends. Its like oil and water for some people. It doesn't make sense to me. I love introducing new people, and I enjoy sharing my friends. But for SOME people they just don't want to share. Does it make them feel like they have more friends, or that they are superior because they have friends that I don't know. Or do they just not want to shre there beloved friends?

Im always running around like a chicken with my head cut off,trying to make plans, and inviting people. And when I suggest inviting their friends from school, or else where they refuse with some stupid excuse. Pardon me for wanting some diversity in my life, some new faces. Ever hear the saying " the more the merrier?". I feel like I am always the one introducing my new friends to my old ones. I am gernous, dare I say, with my friends. I don't want need to keep them all for myself.

Golddigger.

Getting drunk by candle light was my highlight of Saturday. I went to my friends house, Joanne with a few either girls and Steve and we drank there before the clubs. But around 10:30 there was this big crash and the power went out. It scared the crap out of me, because I was sure someone banged on the window behind me. And it was completely dark. But we hauled out the candles and it was actually sort of romantic. We took a few pictures and sat around talking and drinking.

0 deuce as we like to call it was happening. I seen a guy from school and totally harassed him. Hopefully I won't bump into him at school because I will totally have to explain my drunken slur's. I don't even know this guy, I just seen him around. Kind of funny.

We spent most of the time on the stage, dancing. And tripping and swaying. I requested so many songs, I think the DJ had the hots for me haha. I must say that I kept forgetting that I was wearing a short skirt, and I kept doing things that u shouldn't do in a skirt. I think I put on a good show. Joanne and I worked on our tittie grab game. Caught quite a number of guys.

I stumbled into my house at 3 am with a tub of sour cream, a cut from my ankle to my knee and dirty new suede boots. Damn I should of put that protection spray on them.

Rating------- ****

u know what we did.?!

Girls Night out!!

I like it. but I don't need it.

I am quite perturbed. I went to my Instructor to pick up my exam marks. And I got 96 %. Which is stellar on its own. But compared to the class, I am one of the few without a 100%. Even the woman who has no clue whats going on in the class got a 100. What? How can this be. I guess it makes me the stupid girl in the class. I dunno if he marked me harder, or what. Like the woman lets call her Tammy. Tammy doesn't even know what undo does. She has trouble highlighting text to format it. But the girl next to her helped her through out the whole exam. Lucky her. Ive heard it all, and I know I got a good mark. Im just disappointed in myself for getting one of the lowest marks.

I had all these expectations, and hopes when I enter the doors of my college. It was a new leaf, a new step to be walked on. But Im feeling like its the same old rotten leaf. I haven't made many friends. No guys are chasing after me, or even looking my way. Im not at the top of my class. Everything is just mediocre. I guess its all in my hands, and I need to make the best out of what I have. And if I want something I need to peruse it. But these are all words, and words are easy to spit out, than executing the action.

Im heading to the 0 deuce tomorrow night. I am of course for once excited to hit the clubs. I am in desperate need of some drunken fun.

Thats enough griping for now. Have a Freaky Friday Dudes and Dames.

Damn.

Im sitting here staring at my screen, trying to spit off some sort of post. My eyes keep darting at the clock and back to the screen. I have to catch my bus in 5 mins. Why do I limit myself. I should of gotten up earlier and prepared my thoughts so I could present you guys with a wonderful witty and funny post. My audience awaits, and I don't want to disappoint, but clearly I will. The time is ticking by and I am now left with 2 mins to throw in a funny joke. But I am so exhausted, my brain is still running on that hot dream about Fred Savage and in a hot tub. The time has come, off to school I go, and then straight to work. What a life.

tell me again why i get along better with males?

male ( P ) Pronunciation Key (ml)

1. adj.
   Of, relating to, or designating the sex that has organs to produce spermatozoa for fertilizing ova.
   a. Characteristic of or appropriate to this sex; masculine.
   b. Consisting of members of this sex.
   c. Virile; manly.
   
2. A member of the sex that begets young by fertilizing ova.
   A man or boy.
   

Synonyms: male, masculine, manlike, manly, manful, virile, mannish

Its just one of those weeks.

Im beating myself up because I can't like Matt. I just want to be able to be able to like someone fully and when they like me back, I don't want to run away. I wish I could b sweet and sympathic. I wish I could be sweet and sympathic. I wish I could giggle and batt my eyelashes. But what I give is a a huge laugh, a few sarcastic remarks and a big push. But I guess that's just me and the only time I feel like its a bad thing is when a guy comes into the picture. Obviously I need to find someone who will make me feel comfortable and all my faults will be dusted with glitter and likes, not enough to end a relationship.

I used to pratice drawing hearts.But I was never content with my end results.

So I haven't really talked to Matt and what little conversation was minimal and impersonal. I do believe my tactics worked. I did things to push him away and sway his feelings. Mission accomplished. Im not sure if I am relieved or troubled. I pretty much just feel the same. Back to square one. I am disappointed that my life isn't shifting. But I think I know if my heart that I can't settle. Just a few days of dealing with matt made me realize I am not lonely. I am happily independent. And having someone if my life conflicts with that. So I either need to find a guy who can help me change that or doesn't smoother my independence.

He hasn't called me, or emailed me, this shows me that he's really not that into me and that he's not ready for something serious, if he was ready he'd be working around me. I did have a warm feeling in my chest knowing that I had someone to do something with after work. A guy to talk to and a chance to show him off.

What I remember about Matt from the last time we dated was that he listened to me, he opens me up and opened himself up to me.He ws enthused about my hobbies, reading my writing and complimenting my drawings. He was always saying nice things and reassuring me.So why am I so conflicted about whether we should be together. Whether we should try things out.
Why do look and driving a car matter. Why do I care what others think? Why can't I just take him and be happy. I don't even know whats there. I think I want to try and have someone in my life. And I know matts a great guy. So Im leaning towards making myself liking him because he likes me.

If I lost my chance am I disappointed? Or am I just jaded. I feel jaded, like I just shut off my feelings, shut off my tears, It actually feels worse. I feel like a robot.

Im a double agent.

This is the game I play, the closer I get to a relationship the faster I wanna run away. Im terrified and I'll never admit it, though I just did. At this moment Im starting things with a guy and Im feeling so overwhelmed, like I can't breath, I can't think straight. And hes being so nice, overly nice, feeding me lines.

Hes trying to crack me open. But He'll never understand me. No one will. Ok I am p.m.s.ing a little bit, but thats no excuse, I was unbelievly cold to him when we hung out. I kept pushing him away literally.I felt like he was invading me, not just my space, but my life. I told him he wasn't my boyfriend , so he shouldnt keep trying to cuddle with me. Its like I do these things to get a reaction, saying things to make guys mad or sad. I say things and do things to make him not like me. Because I am scared to take the chance, im scared to move forward. I fall fast and I always fall hard. So I decide to control the situation and push them away, make them hate me.

But you know what when Im alone, I feel fine, I think about him and daydream. And wish to be in his arms and hear his laughter.

My heart won't forget the days of the past. And Im left haunted by him, though my feelings have subsided he still ruins everything. I need someone to fix me. Someone who can starighten me up and take the time to work through me. Hes out there.

Simple gestures.

I would look up and see the snow flakes in irregular shapes dwindling towards the cold ground.
He'd take my hand and in tangle it within his, and I'd catch his smile.
We'd laugh and joke, with our bellys jiggling.
The butterflies would never completely disappear.
I'd look out into the world and feel safe and content, and we'd keep walking along the road.
With no words to simple and no smiles too loud.
He'd wrap his arms around me and tilt his head towards mine.
A kiss so soft, and gentle, but full of passion and fire.
Our love could melt the snow. Our love could heal my heart. Could erase my past and let me start brand new.

pictures from new years...i took 121 lol

2006

Happy New Years My Hunks and Hotties.

yes I know its 6.21 am.. I just got home. what a night!