---the corn isn't cutting it for me
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Our modern day Pinocchios
good idea: going to dinner with a friend of the opposite sex
bad idea: going to a dinner with a friend of the opposite sex and NOT telling your boy/girlfriend
Cheating doesn't have to mean you slept with anyone, people tend to only associate it with such. After watching King of Queens it made me think of the misconceived ideas of what is considered cheating. "I didn't kiss her," - but you are always talking on the phone?."We weren't together," - so kissing me and checking up on me means we're just friends? "It was only once," - once is more than what it should have been. "It was just dinner," - yes, that you never said anything about. It is possible that more than one of my friends have been in this situation. Cheating is cheating, crying for not breaching any physical activity will not help you out.
The thing about cheating is that it always lines up with lying. It is not bad if you rekindle a friendship with an old friend of the opposite sex, but please, just be courteous to tell your boy/girlfriend. It should be a natural act.
I am a sucker for blogging/bloggers/blogworld. Frankly, I am just interested in how other people think, and I personally don't think researched essays serve any justice to the human mind. Yeah? Anyway, this is what I stumbled across. From the editor in chief of Men's Health, mysteries of the sexes are further explained - anything and everything involving men, women and their relationships.
David Zinczenko writes about this more thoroughly of course, but here is the gist of it.
1. To fulfill his biology - blame it on Darwin (survival of the fittest & the food chair) and the preordained need for man to spread his seed. he cannot stop his urges due to biology knocking at his door. bs excuse, no?
2. To get the attention - another woman "showers him with flirtations, seduction and advances" so that he feels worthy of the asshole that he is. guys who are involved are most likely going to be a target, we want what we can't have of course. disclaimer; cheating is much more than having sex, LOVE has nothing to do with sex.
3. To get out - the wuss is just too scared to end it with you, he's too scared to be called a jerk. in turn, he is much too coward to end it with you the RIGHT way. this is the only way he can conjure to get out of it.
4. To change up his play list - you have your favorite song that you play over and over, however there are some songs that you haven't heard in a long time that you'd probably enjoy listening to. apparently, playlists need to be changed now and then. drawing the link between relationships and ipods. how naive of me to think that ipods are just for music and videos, how could i have been so silly...
just simply said, men, keep your belts buckled.
and women, keep your legs crossed.
bad idea: going to a dinner with a friend of the opposite sex and NOT telling your boy/girlfriend
Cheating doesn't have to mean you slept with anyone, people tend to only associate it with such. After watching King of Queens it made me think of the misconceived ideas of what is considered cheating. "I didn't kiss her," - but you are always talking on the phone?."We weren't together," - so kissing me and checking up on me means we're just friends? "It was only once," - once is more than what it should have been. "It was just dinner," - yes, that you never said anything about. It is possible that more than one of my friends have been in this situation. Cheating is cheating, crying for not breaching any physical activity will not help you out.
The thing about cheating is that it always lines up with lying. It is not bad if you rekindle a friendship with an old friend of the opposite sex, but please, just be courteous to tell your boy/girlfriend. It should be a natural act.
I am a sucker for blogging/bloggers/blogworl
David Zinczenko writes about this more thoroughly of course, but here is the gist of it.
1. To fulfill his biology - blame it on Darwin (survival of the fittest & the food chair) and the preordained need for man to spread his seed. he cannot stop his urges due to biology knocking at his door. bs excuse, no?
2. To get the attention - another woman "showers him with flirtations, seduction and advances" so that he feels worthy of the asshole that he is. guys who are involved are most likely going to be a target, we want what we can't have of course. disclaimer; cheating is much more than having sex, LOVE has nothing to do with sex.
3. To get out - the wuss is just too scared to end it with you, he's too scared to be called a jerk. in turn, he is much too coward to end it with you the RIGHT way. this is the only way he can conjure to get out of it.
4. To change up his play list - you have your favorite song that you play over and over, however there are some songs that you haven't heard in a long time that you'd probably enjoy listening to. apparently, playlists need to be changed now and then. drawing the link between relationships and ipods. how naive of me to think that ipods are just for music and videos, how could i have been so silly...
just simply said, men, keep your belts buckled.
and women, keep your legs crossed.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
- like a lollipop
My line sister/roommate and I, acting a fool after eating Strawberry creme filled cake.
I will write a blog soon. Eventful weeks ahead of me, so prepare yourself for a nice read. Bring a bag of chips, and a pillow to rest your head on.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Color me blue, I'm lost in you.
-Canon Rebel xti-A set of Acrylics & new brushes
-Guitar stand and/or case
-Black Wooden Frames
-Sketch Pad w/ charcoal
-35mm Canon
-Bleach dye for hair
-Singer Sewing Machine
-Black nail polish
-A nose piercing
BOOKS
-The Manual
-Sex & the City: Kiss & Tell
-In Cold Blood
DVDs
-Sex & the City, S. 6
-Gilmore Girls, S. 6 & 7
I'm feeling artsy, sad enough, that does have a price. Well, minus the hair dye, nose piercing, Sex & the City, and so on. You get it, right? I became quite the industrial woman, relying on just buying things as they are - that was never really my preference. I had to find my inspiration. I needed that eye opener to define something more than black and white. Something more than shades of gray. I needed color. Now that I am seeing teal to crimson, I'm taking the jump to become creative again.
The right side of my brain is bigger, and while the left side begs for more attention, I only seem to please it when adding how much to pay for my next bill cycle. Oh left side, I will come back for you as soon as school start. But on the weekends, the right side has all my attention.
Usually, when I had some heartbreak, or a bowl full of tears, I found that I couldn't do anything. I wasn't motivated to press my fingers against an instrument, or write, or paint, or read. Rather, I'd cry and wonder what in the world did I do wrong to deserve such angst. Then - something clicked. You clicked.
Thank you.
Love of my life, my soulmate.
You're my best friend
Part of me like breathing
Now half of me is left
breathe.
Color me blue I'm lost in you
Don't know why I'm still waiting
Many moons have come and gone
Don't know why I'm still searching
Don't know anything at all
And who am I to say you love me ?
I don't know anything at all
And who am I to say you need me ?
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Cherry Picking
Plenty of online blogging, and I have not been able to keep up with just one, let alone updating. My faithfulness in regards to posting frequently is of lack to label me as a cheater. Yikes.
Considering I've had a lot on mind though, this may change and if it does, I'll treat myself to a scoop of Butter Pecan.
As corny as this may possibly be, I will openly confess that I love those YouTube videos that have music and clips of a pretty girl during her interviews, or a candid moment. Why? Because I wonder if I capture anyone's attention that way. This is how I see it; you know those monologues in movies? When a girl walks in slow motion with her hair being blown by the imaginary wind, when she's indoors, and you slowly turn towards her. Yup, one of those captivating moments. Little do I know, perhaps I am being stared at -even though it is a little creepy. If someone can find any way of doing such in a movie like feel, then by all means, blow me away. In my head, this is how I see it...
He has an infectious presence when he enters the room. To keep him from knowing that, I turn my head the other way, and just watch from the corner of my eye. Now and then I find myself to be like every absent minded teen, trying to feed herself some bullshit about self discovery. So far, I know this - when he holds my hand I feel whole, so typical and yet so true. Not that relieved type of wholesomeness, but that feeling as though you didn't even know you were missing a part of yourself. Its better to find something you weren't even looking for.
Get it?
Good.
Considering I've had a lot on mind though, this may change and if it does, I'll treat myself to a scoop of Butter Pecan.
As corny as this may possibly be, I will openly confess that I love those YouTube videos that have music and clips of a pretty girl during her interviews, or a candid moment. Why? Because I wonder if I capture anyone's attention that way. This is how I see it; you know those monologues in movies? When a girl walks in slow motion with her hair being blown by the imaginary wind, when she's indoors, and you slowly turn towards her. Yup, one of those captivating moments. Little do I know, perhaps I am being stared at -even though it is a little creepy. If someone can find any way of doing such in a movie like feel, then by all means, blow me away. In my head, this is how I see it...
He has an infectious presence when he enters the room. To keep him from knowing that, I turn my head the other way, and just watch from the corner of my eye. Now and then I find myself to be like every absent minded teen, trying to feed herself some bullshit about self discovery. So far, I know this - when he holds my hand I feel whole, so typical and yet so true. Not that relieved type of wholesomeness, but that feeling as though you didn't even know you were missing a part of yourself. Its better to find something you weren't even looking for.
Get it?
Good.
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